DaffodilsA Story by heichanShort story - prose response to poem Daffodils by WordsworthIt was a warm autumn day when she was admitted to this hospital- the
leaves had shed their pale greens to passionate reds. Her eyes, a lively green
with a fiery spark of energy, which complimented her, sun-streaked hair and
tanned taut skin. Now the leaves have long withered and left
the bared trees alone and restless, she lies weak, isolated in her sterile bed
her sparkle dimmed and her skin now pales the walls surrounding her.
She always loved to talk about this guy,
his dreams of being a musician, how he’s overseas participating in some
prestigious international music competition unaware of her miserable state as
she wished him to be completely focused and achieve his dreams. After the usual tests
on her I noted how skinny she was compared to before; she was like a snowflake,
fragile, about to fade away at any second- not a good sign, my thoughts were
disrupted by a question.
“Do you know what
daffodils mean in flower language?” “Uhm… not really
no.” I answer a little flustered by the unexpected question. “Hope.. As well as
unrequited love” she replies with the whisper of a smile “He told me”
Figures- even in her
frail condition she still talks about love. As I turn to leave
she stops me, eyes trembling, afraid, desperate to share her spark before it
dwindles completely.
“Will… you listen?”
I nod silently and
went to sit beside her.
“It was a scorching
summer day when I arrived to the countryside; picturesque it may have been the
sheer vastness of this almost untouched landscape only deepened the lonely
emptiness inside me. ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ so different from the
others my position so high I could have touched the sky yet equally so low hiding
myself in the suffocating earth. As I wandered I finally
found myself in a cascade of golden daffodils swaying with the breeze with each
sway ebbing away my negative contemplations like waves slowly washing over the
sand. As I soaked in the dazzling golden
landscape my ears picked up a delicate yet euphoric melody. I followed the
music curious to see what the creator of such enrapturing sounds. He was a striking
young man with caramel bronzed skin that seemed to suit his simple whitewashed
shirt and jeans, hair full of chestnut curls and youthful mildew eyes. His long
slender fingers were playing a beautiful violin.
We talked till we
laughed and we laughed till we cried. I requested shyly another of his wondrous
melodies, he agreed on the condition that I were able dance to his harmony. Hesitant at first as
I began but soon the music washed over me his music coursing through my veins
urging me to dance faster, more intensely; he must have felt it too for as soon
as I began to quicken my pace so did he. Each of us urged by the other in
scorching sun; sweat rolled down our bodies as we danced and played with the
daffodils that were tossing their heads along our spritely dance. You know…”
Her reminiscing was
brought to a halt by a series of sharp painful gasps in which I ordered her to
lie down and rest immediately but she was intent on finishing her story.
“…I believe paradise
can only be unlocked once you find another, but I let him slip away back into
the ocean of daffodils as I returned to my small pond.” Tears filled her
eyes as the rasping coughing once again filled the air.
A few minutes after
she started convulsing, gasping, fighting her own body; I tried to soothe her
but to no avail.
Finally after two
long hours her body finally gave up and she stopped fighting.
Suddenly a young man
burst through the door with ruffled chestnut curls and youthful mildew eyes. As
he saw the sight before him he fell to his knees sobbing beside her.
In one hand he held
a gold trophy and in the other a single golden daffodil - the flower of
unrequited love. © 2013 heichanAuthor's Note
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