Stacy--Part One

Splog # 3

One

   Stacy was sitting on the soft green grass in the garden at the back of the house. She was singing a song and making it up as she went. She had awakened that morning with a vague tune running over and over in her head - but, while trying to listen to it and also hum it at the same time, she found herself getting mixed up. It was so very familiar - but nowhere in the archives of her eleven years of memory could she find anything to correspond with it. And then words would seem to jump into her mind but they didn't seem to make any sense. There were "sunshine eyes" and "butterflies" - but what could they possibly have to do with each other?

    Sitting in the sunny garden, she realized she needed to stop driving herself crazy about a song (was it a song - maybe a poem? - but there were fragments of music associated with it - or were they two separate things?). Alright, forget about it. Lie back on the luxurious grass and think about all the little bugs that would soon start crawling over you. She liked bugs, endlessly fascinating to watch, so foreign to her young imagination the purpose of their twitchings and scurryings. A little shivery to think of them crawling on her skin or maybe in her hair. Well, she'd give herself a good brush-off when she got up. And then she laughed thinking how most of the children she knew didn't like bugs. Their reaction to bugs was to run or screech or slap or stamp.  They behaved so childishly. But maybe they had an excuse, being children. But then adults usually did the same thing. It was pretty funny to see a grown up lady screaming, "A spider! Kill it!" Or a man trying to swat a bee and get away from it at the same time. Poor bugs! They were so small - just trying to go about their own affairs with these giants going berserk all around them.

   Without any clouds in the sky, the sun was shining directly on Stacy. There was a cool breeze, so the warmth was pleasant. But the brightness kept making her close her eyes and she was starting to feel drowsy. Sunshine eyes and butterflies! Her eyes popped open and zigzagging around her head was a white butterfly. It moved so quickly and so jaggedly that it wasn't easy to keep her eyes on it. As it flew away, she sat up to try to keep it in sight. It landed in the grass not far from her and just remained still. It was such a fascinating creature to watch. So light and airy. Physically so fragile. There it went again flying erratically into one of the flowered sections of the garden. It landed on a tall daisy and became harder to see - the white of its wings blending with the white of the petals. But it didn't stay long and then was off again.

    Stacy decided to see how long she could follow it with her eyes before it went out of sight. It fluttered in its jerky way from one section of the garden to another, never getting far beyond the paths that bordered the different sections that her mother and father had marked off in varying geometrical designs. Every so often the butterfly would stop and do who knows what on a flower or the grass or even once on the back of the house. Stacy would stare at it, fascinated by the slight movements of wing and antenna, and sooner or later she'd find herself thinking, or even saying, "Butterflies and sunshine eyes" - "Sunshine eyes and butterflies".

   The garden served as a moat between the three sides of the house that didn't adjoin the lane and the stretch of trees in which it had been built. There was a low stone wall between the garden and the forest, and when the butterfly landed on the wall and remained motionless, Stacy slowly moved as close as she could and knelt before it. The butterfly just rested there. What was it doing? It was hardly moving - only the antennae would quiver every so often. Stacy decided to see if it would go on to her hand. She was sure it would just fly away but was excited to make the attempt.

 

Reviews

[Marina]

This is awsome.

The vividness of the writing is amazing and the imagery is great.
As for the story itself, I think it's beautifullll. I can't wait to read on.
"Sunshine eyes and butterflies."
I love it.

Great write!

XxStaySweet,
Rina