The Old Woman

The old woman stared up at the cross. She was old by nature not by spirit. The cross was placed neatly above the grand doors of the stone church. She wouldn't enter but only stare. She waited outside the rusted gates behind the bruised and blackened walls with the moss tops. She waited patiently.
This was a ritual of hers, the old woman. Every Sunday morning she waited for the mass to end. Not that she was in any way religious. She waited for the boy with the golden brown hair. He sometimes saw her, like a librarian sees a ghost, there was no significance to it, it just was. Other times his mother would snatch his curious palm and he would never see her. Those were the days she wept on the sand dunes.
As the congregation emerged from their weekly fortress into the light of the lazy sun she remained waiting outside the gates which were once white a long time ago but have since resembled a body spoiled with plague. She watched them all leave one by one towards the market to babble nonsense. The old woman paid no heed to the judgmental and confused stares. She waited for the boy with the golden brown hair with green emeralds born into his eyes which sparkled when he cried when his mother would shout.
Her heart leapt when she saw him. Her heartstrings playing a tune only he could hear because he looked around and found her. Her precious darling. She did not wave and did not speak but waited and watched with such love in her eyes as he stared in wonder as to who the ghostly figure waiting at the gates was. Before his mother could tear him away, he smiled and waved. Those green eyes shined like stars that had evaded her dark skies and his golden brown hair danced in the sunlight. The old woman waited patiently until they had all gone and it was her turn to leave. She wouldn't come back to this church next Sunday, or any Sunday in fact. She had gotten what she wanted, at last. ©

Reviews

[Steve]

This is unique and imaginative. I enjoyed this and am curious of other writings that you have.

One point of critique. I think you spacing could be improved a bit. You should add some blank lines within this to help out your readers. Spacing can make reading something much easier.

[Melissa Ridge]

Thanks Steve, I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it. I'll work on that spacing (: