Day of NightA Story by Treo LeGigeoThere's something in the air today.
There's something in the air today.
It's not fun, it's not light, not filled with the giggling of children and rustling of costumes that characterised the second last night. It isn't lit by the glow of paper lanterns and burning pumpkins, or sweetened by wafting scent of candy. It simply sits, floating, slithering, spreading, weaving between gathered families and solitary figures and idle passersby alike. It makes me remember. Remember warm days and passionate nights, bright mornings and soft smiles. Remember hopes, dreams, possibilities. "...never thought I'd be this happy..." "...will you marry me?..." "...think I've finally found my place..." "...I love you..." "...don't ever let anything change us, please..." "...forever." And, just for a second, it makes me forget. Just for a second it wipes from my mind the memories of cold hospital waiting rooms and empty reassurances. It banishes, however temporarily, the ever-present phantom stench of sterile beds, and silences the never-ending echo of a flatlining monitor. "...there's been an accident..." "...you can't go into the surgery room..." "...it's a difficult procedure..." "...we've established stability, but only just..." "...they're doing all they can, please..." "...I'm sorry." It teases the border between an itch in the mind and a physical heaviness on the wind. It flits like an insect, making itself known with a flutter of wings only to vanish before its presence can truly be determined. And it tells a tale, of life and loss, of things not yet gone but not entirely there. For as long as I stand amid the cooling breeze and it's hidden berth I can never really feel it clearly, and I never will. There's something in the air today. It's a cloud of memories, sad, happy, of regret, of promise. But it's not quite thin enough to drift into my heart, and it's never thick enough to carry me away. © 2013 Treo LeGigeoAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2012Last Updated on April 3, 2013 Tags: Spirits, Ghosts, Supernatural, Death, Mourning AuthorTreo LeGigeoSydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutI'm from Australia, so some people may find that I spell things differently. I love writing and have had a couple of publications of short stories and novellas under a pseudonym. I started .. more..Writing
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