Z is for Zen (G)
Last, last minute-contribution to Kidfic Alphabet Soup, because I want to get it up already!
Baby Shifu has a limited comprehension of what's happening to him. Vague references to Secrets, FIAD, and Maternal Instinct. 262 words. Rated G.
Z is for Zen
Like all infants, Shifu had no comprehension in the first months of his life beyond his contentment when he was warm and loved and full. He had no awareness that the strong, gentle hands that cradled him belonged to his grandfather, or that his mother was lost somewhere among the stars, trapped in her own body by another.
Then came the day of loud shouting and noises that frightened him, rough hands and strange voices and abrupt, bitter cold. He wailed his protest as an unfamiliar woman gripped him tightly against her, and screamed even more loudly when he felt himself abruptly dropped to the ground.
Then everything went silent, warm, and soothing.
Shifu drifted for some unknown time in the security of full and comfortable again. The voices he'd once recognized were gone and they easily slipped beyond memory. One voice came and went, quickly forgotten.
But as time passed, and his tiny body began to accelerate beyond the norm, Shifu was suddenly bombarded by waves of emotion and concepts that were beyond his ability to grasp. He cringed, mentally and physically, at the deeply disturbing memories that began to flood and overwhelm his innocent mind.
Then Oma came to him, and there was blessed, blissful silence.
Relief.
"The mind is always free," Oma said gently, "but some traps require release."
He sighed. "It is gone."
"I have helped you forget," she corrected, "but a sapling sheltered from the wind can become a mighty tree to resist the greatest storms."
"I shall do my best," Shifu said gravely, and followed her.
Baby Shifu has a limited comprehension of what's happening to him. Vague references to Secrets, FIAD, and Maternal Instinct. 262 words. Rated G.
Z is for Zen
Like all infants, Shifu had no comprehension in the first months of his life beyond his contentment when he was warm and loved and full. He had no awareness that the strong, gentle hands that cradled him belonged to his grandfather, or that his mother was lost somewhere among the stars, trapped in her own body by another.
Then came the day of loud shouting and noises that frightened him, rough hands and strange voices and abrupt, bitter cold. He wailed his protest as an unfamiliar woman gripped him tightly against her, and screamed even more loudly when he felt himself abruptly dropped to the ground.
Then everything went silent, warm, and soothing.
Shifu drifted for some unknown time in the security of full and comfortable again. The voices he'd once recognized were gone and they easily slipped beyond memory. One voice came and went, quickly forgotten.
But as time passed, and his tiny body began to accelerate beyond the norm, Shifu was suddenly bombarded by waves of emotion and concepts that were beyond his ability to grasp. He cringed, mentally and physically, at the deeply disturbing memories that began to flood and overwhelm his innocent mind.
Then Oma came to him, and there was blessed, blissful silence.
Relief.
"The mind is always free," Oma said gently, "but some traps require release."
He sighed. "It is gone."
"I have helped you forget," she corrected, "but a sapling sheltered from the wind can become a mighty tree to resist the greatest storms."
"I shall do my best," Shifu said gravely, and followed her.