Here is my slice of life. It is about my aunt's death:
Tick tock goes the clock. Around, around, and around the hands spin. A scratch is heard. That of a pencil hitting paper. Problem after problem. An eternal circle, just like the clock that guards the room. A tiny being crawls in through the open window. The being appears to be a fairy but a fraction of the size. A being full of light that warms the room, till it’s bursting full of joy. A new sound appears. The insistent ringing refuses to stop. A new creature enters the room. This one full of wisdom and graying hairs. The old fashioned phone is plucked off the handle. A wispy gray being floats toward the fairy and covers it’s light. Even the girl who seemed so isolated from the world around her pauses. The pencil clatters to the floor. The creature by the phone speaks. Her lips forming words that make the wispy gray being even stronger. Words that can shatter one’s heart effortlessly. Words that hold unspoken pain and suffering. Words that when put together form the sentence your aunt is dead.
Tick tock goes the clock. Around, around, and around the hands spin. A scratch is heard. That of a pencil hitting paper. Problem after problem. An eternal circle, just like the clock that guards the room. A tiny being crawls in through the open window. The being appears to be a fairy but a fraction of the size. A being full of light that warms the room, till it’s bursting full of joy. A new sound appears. The insistent ringing refuses to stop. A new creature enters the room. This one full of wisdom and graying hairs. The old fashioned phone is plucked off the handle. A wispy gray being floats toward the fairy and covers it’s light. Even the girl who seemed so isolated from the world around her pauses. The pencil clatters to the floor. The creature by the phone speaks. Her lips forming words that make the wispy gray being even stronger. Words that can shatter one’s heart effortlessly. Words that hold unspoken pain and suffering. Words that when put together form the sentence your aunt is dead.
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It's a vision that's both sad, and a lovely tribute to your aunt, Haden.
ReplyDeleteI found your post a bit confusing, but mostly sad. You described the feeling of finding out about loss quite well.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was a bit confusing but overall a good description of the moment.
ReplyDeleteGreat description of how you felt. Sorry for you loss, Haden
ReplyDeleteI like your analogy of the fairy
ReplyDeleteI am very sorry Haden. What a great slice
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