A Familiar LullabyA Story by FlyingfingersThis is a short piece which describes the bedtime ritual from a young woman going through a rough patch in her life. She is emotionally drained and physically exhausted, Her surrounding reflect this.The
Familiar Lullaby. Another long
day pulled to a close as Angela drearily pulls herself back to her room. A
sense of relief washes over her as the familiar sight of her room emerges
before her. She glances around. Another bloody mess. Clothes scattered on the floor like the
remains withered, dead body bodies on a battle field, like fallen soldiers, lying
limp. Another body drops to decompose amongst the rest of the victims on this deserted
battlefield. Disconnected from her surroundings, Angela trips and stumbles
across her no man’s land to her trench in the corner of her bedroom. She climbs
into her bed and pulls the warm, heavy duvet to her neck and writhers her naked
body into the covers, searching for warmth. Again she glances around her room. Ironically,
in this waste ground she found some peace. Unnerving as the scene may have been
to an outsider, this was almost comforting to Angela. At least there was
something in her life which understood her. Some common ground was found in this
battlefield. It was almost as if the room understood her. Here lies the
evidence of mortality. Angela had to come face to face with it eventually. She
is not so naïve anymore. Her room which was once a tranquil heaven has been
transformed to a discarded waste ground. They say your room is a reflection of
yourself, as though it were a choice of interior. Who would chose to have such
destruction brought on yourself? Make love, not war. Her moment
of serenity is over as through the silence she can hear missiles coming. She’ll
be in for a long night. She closes her eyes blocking the evidence of the
wreckage from view but the sounds encroach on her and she is paralysed. © 2014 FlyingfingersAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 3, 2014 Last Updated on August 3, 2014 Tags: 'emotionally' 'drained' 'sleep' AuthorFlyingfingersCork, IrelandAboutTrying to tell a story through emotions and elements. I try to follow an underlying theme. I sometimes like to use puns to portray this. Something new that I am messing with but I would love to hear y.. more.. |