Lava Lamps

A Story by KaylaScarlett

I stared as the jelly lifted the glitter inside my lava lamp. Slowly, cautiously the glitter swirled around the blue goo. How many nights have I stayed here already?How many nights have I laid just like this watching this lamp? Beside me my brother Thomas, slept with one arm under his heavy dark brown hair. We were past the age of a sister, and brother to be sleeping in the same bed, but yet here we were. He hated my lava lamp, he even tried to break it once, until me in a fit of tears threaten to rip each of his baseball cards one by one.

The lamp was a gift from a love, or maybe more of a hopeful love. I am only 16 but I am sure I have felt his love. If you could have seen the look of his brown eyes, when I told him we are being sent away to live in this awful country, you would have agreed that he must love me. Then, instead of a nice necklace, or a letter about his love for me, and the need to see me as soon as he can, he gave me this lava lamp rapped in thin,shiny paper. I took it confused, but grateful more the less. He said the words " This is to brighten your nights in such a lonely country".

So here I lay, watching, waiting, some how wishing that this lamp could transport me back to my own country, in a safer time.Instead I lay still, risking the glow of such lamp every night, knowing that if we are caught we will be returned, or even killed. As much as I want to go back, if we are sent back, that would be the end for both Thomas, and I. It is simply not safe. I wonder if my love is still alive. If it will ever be possible to see him again. If he has join the army in an attempt to stay alive.Or if he like the other boys our age have risked his life in order to make a point.

I have yet to decide if that concept is irrational, mindfully stupid, or horrendously brave. I being a girl, would not asked to be apart of the war of my country. I could however be captured, and tortured in front of my family, or forced to walk along side them as their toy. Being either sex during the war is terrifying. My father, a large handsome man, with thick black lashes, wanted more for his children, he sent us by boat on this tiring journey to a country with gray skies, and people who don't show their feelings on their faces.

My brothers, and sisters, six of us in all, including the one who will be born in this gray country, are all starting to miss our country, and forgetting it all the same. Who are we anymore? Who will I become in this country? I do not know anymore. I am not sure.

© 2013 KaylaScarlett

Author's Note

I am basically trying to improve on the character voice in each piece. Toying around with the different concepts, and situations they can be in. Expect very different pieces, with different narrators from each work.

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SquinklaPsyOps

Brilliant imagery and great transitions! I feel like I went on a journey and saw all those images!

The story caught me right from the very beginning, and your writing style brings it all together very nicely.

Will definitely read it again.