Fantasy and Romance

There had once been a day to celebrate in a person's lifetime. It has been so long since such a thing has happened...

The world decays in a corner that was neglected and the result is, surprisingly, silence. Yet it is the silence that pulls on all the edges of a thin fabric that is worn through and through. What does the material keep hidden from the faces of those that lay beneath it?

In this corner through no fault of their own, dwell unhappy peoples who spend their lives searching for a higher truth in monies, in wealth. However, to say that this completely describes them is faulty and misleading. Here live people who find it in women, in investments, in lies of and to the self, in dreary conditions. Take a handful, disperse them to the farthest corners and possibly you might understand the simple technicality of the misplacing of two individuals in this particular and peculiar region.

And of course, there's much more.

But time gives me no hope nor concern of leaving this minute thing unexplained in detail. It's unnecessary. Do you understand?

There was an upset in the city. For any creature who knew his or her worth, it would have been best to avoid the scene altogether but alas, the air had been filled with a seductive scent.

The manor had been humbled by gales too common to be coincidental and fluttering fires that ate away at the frames. A name, a name had been lost! With reverence they bowed their heads and in their rights minds turned away for fear of losing one's mind. The blood, the blood it yearned to be heard! But a pair still lingered.

"Sleep now little one." A precious child wrapped in his cloak, fingers trembling over a tender face. "Sleep and rest now." With happy blue eyes it surrendered the most loving and secure smile he had ever seen. Obediently, though shyly, the child fell asleep in his arms, so young and small. "Wake and find the world a better place."

"The sun is falling..." It was a mildly warm afternoon and it made her feel good except that at this level the light hurt her eyes. Averting her gaze, Lily kept on at her leisure musing about the usual nothings until finally she reached that moment when thoughts blurred together and were lost in seconds.

A baby was crying.

Lily turned to look and saw a mother struggling to appease her child that was flailing and shrieking. Such a young child and the mother... the look of a desperate anger and frustration. Mouth ready to speak but inhibited by the single thought that through experience, one knows. And according to experience she had no advice to offer this mother. Yet her heart ached to say something.

Continuing on the noise left her ears but plagued her mind until she forced another thought, something more mellow inside. It was the sight of the butterflies she often caught fluttering around a single bush. Beautiful, majestic, fragile, what gave them these characteristics if not herself for thinking them? At least, isn't that how people saw the world? As a power given by them to others? Except for the helpless, when they feel none.

"The sun is falling" she repeated through mental recourse and the light had shifted to a lower plane that allowed her to hold her head slightly higher.

A strange pressure filled her lungs and she felt another weak spell coming over her. But her mission wasn't done and the time to rest would have be found later. Resisting the urge to lie down Lily trudged on through the snow, her feet icy and bitten by the playful flakes that were beginning to fall. Perhaps it would have been best to wear the wool socks after all.

A song came to her mind and she wished she knew who have been singing it, why it had been sung and to whom. Yet she always knew the answer to the last question. It arrived late at night, mostly on the days she had been crying and throwing her voice to the wind in hopes that someone might be able to hear it.

And somehow the answering wind had brought to her attention at this particular moment in time the swelling of a storm nearby. Should it rain at such an unsightly hour?

Lily finally reached her house at a dark hour but the moon had come out and showed her a fond lighting back. It was a good time to be back.

Shaking the snow loose from her hair and form, Lily replaced her shoes on the shoe rack, hung up her coat in her closet upstairs and returned the scarf. Preserving some sort of of hygiene Lily jumped into the shower for a period of an unknown time, relishing the hot water running down her skin. This feeling of being overcome by water soothed her tired body. And afterward she followed a routine set up by her grandmother that had become second nature to her.

Clean, dry and dressed warmly, she warmed up the meal she had prepared in advance, a simple meal with the merits of what little home cooking she actually knew. "I hope you're hungry," she stated lightly.

Once more another routine that was embedded in her surfaced and after the table had been set Lily sat down and bowed her head in respect. Lifting her head Lily apologized. "I'm sorry I'm so late. At least we can eat now." Lifting her fork after a minute she took a bite. "What did you do today?" she asked the one across from her.