Parallel (prologue)

Random prologue i wrote.

I stood, looking at my life before me-a wraith. A translucent reminder of what now lay in photo albums, in wills, in memories of those who had passed- and the few that keep living. Moving. Hoping. Until the curtain was pulled from my eyes and I saw the stage set before me. 

And all was clear. 

The house, not even my house-a god forsaken relic of the past. The runes of chipped siding that curled off the wood, the beaten, weathered shrubs, the rusty imprint of a bicycle tire that had never been pressure-washed. 

It made me want to scream.

But I couldn’t scream. My body surged with anger that I couldn’t release through my voice. Because I didn’t have one. It was taken away from me. Now, a pen and pad always were left in my pocket, or my hand, more willing than I was to use them to write the necessities. 

I hadn’t murmured the slightest trace of a word since my father died. There was a cork, somewhere deep in my throat, that doctors, or teachers, or mothers couldn’t reach. It was stuck there for good, as some of them had said, and I believed it, too. But my mom never gave up on me. 

Hope, for all it was worth, tore her apart. Wrenched her very body apart from her soul, leaving her all floaty and lost, mind under the heavy veil of gin and tonic, wrapped in a haze of cigarette smoke and burning incense, drowned in the sweet numbness of shots and pills. 

She had only managed to save the house because of my Dad’s will, which she found one night in the basement while looking for a trace of good paper, not bills and blank checks, to wrap one of her homemade joints. 

My Mom died of some disease a day after we were evicted. I knew that it was just some euphemism for a broken heart. 

Her death just left another little hole in me, where apathy would flow and I would flow out. Salty tides, still. Trenches lying, jagged and treacherous, somewhere underneath. I was an ocean. 

Waiting for something to feed my ferocious undertow. 

Author's Note

Had a story idea, figured i could use some help. Reviews appreciated. I am probably not going to go any further with this.

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

I usually don't read stories on here, mostly it's the time factor. This was short and so very intriguing..I was there with the narrator viewing the scene through apt description. This could perhaps continue to a longer story with chapters to follow..Nice write and read

[Julie Shi MacPherson]

Your description was great!!!
Your words flowed and I liked that feeling :D
Absolutely great!!

[Sarah]

I love the story, maybe if you mentioned more about the mothers disease or such, write more of how you relate to the ocean, uhm.. thats about it. Such a great plot :) sad though:( I really hope you continue.

[koty bell]

excellent write awesome gotta say tho it was ur profile pic that caught my eye lol:)))

[Mica]

The imagery here is incredibly powerful, drawing the reader right into the scene and overall story. Very nice! I wish you were planning to go further with this...