The Mocking Bird Calls for HER

And she walked on to or from..

She broke down on the highway... On a dreary glaze of early evening. It was light enough to see but not know. The wind circulated leaves at her feet as she walked just as if dancing a ballet to an unknown melody. And she walked on. The rhythmical leaves drifted a ways to join her as the trees were set far back away from the highway. Did they know something? Did they try to advise her or take over for her? The Gods above watched each struggled step as the darkness covered her in a blanket of its own. And she walked on. No pass-a-byers, no one could remember seeing the young one on the spiritless road. And she must have walked on. The yellow stripes glow and glisten to show the way. The destination is not known. They searched, looked and prayed. She must have walked on. Stories appeared, then they grew and the true facts were lost. Aaliyah walked on, away or to and lingers in our minds.. The small beat up Volkswagen started and they drove it away. A mocking bird still visits, sits in the trees on the side of the highway and calls her name, “Aaliyah”. The aged old Indian travels the road on foot daily still searching for his great granddaughter. He calls her, “ A-ga-ti-yv”, she is still waiting and lost to them. The mocking bird now calls, “A-ga-ti-yv  Aaliyah” She is of two worlds but found a third.

Reviews

[Saddam]

A sharp write. I was thinking what I am reading but at the last stage I found why I am reading it. Creativity that touch the heart and forces us to thought. Beautifully done my friend.

thank you kindly for the wonderful comment...

[willweb]

I wasn't sure exactly where this was going at the beginning but I liked where I thought it was going and then finding the ending was completely different than I thought was a wonderful surprise and I liked it even more. Captivating and beautiful. I really enjoyed your story today Nisa.

ah... thank you so much!!! I have been delighted with your visits to my pages.. your comments have certainly brightened my day.

[RAOrourke]

Very well written and powerful beginning...Captures the reader immediately and propels them into your story!
The wind circulated leaves at her feet as she walked just as if dancing a ballet to an unknown melody. Great descriptive line!!
The only things I saw were:
On a dreary...maybe on the dreary?
The rhythmically leaves drifted a...maybe The rhythmical leaves drifted...
But everything else was wonderful!! Great job!

thank you kindly for your comments and time.. I am pleased you enjoyed it.. and I will look into your suggestions