Eden

I wrote this a while ago and just found it. A parallel between the first humans in Eden and children growing up. Or at least that's what I think it is.

She laughed.

 

The days were young, the dew sprinkled each blade of grass with translucent globes, and she laughed.

 

When the sun was shining, she let its rays soak into her skin in brief pauses and then she was up again, spinning through the glimmers of bright then dark then bright again.  The flowers had never known such joy, and the light had never yearned for another as much as for her.

 

When it rained, she let the rain caress her, each drop a mother’s kiss.  The rain made her pensive, but it did not still her laughter.  The water pulled at her hair, and she would giggle, pulling away.  Often, it seemed that she had merely to call out and the rain would stop; only to laugh and it would pour.

 

She didn’t care for mortality, morality, or any of those human encumbrances.  Death is for those who worry, for those who know that death comes to all.  Not for her, no never for her.  She didn’t fear the thunder or the lightning.  Each strike was light to show her the way.

 

She was never bored, never lonely.  She never felt loss, never felt sadness.  She did not know right from wrong and so could never do wrong.  She was the dawn, shining ever brighter.  She was the tree, growing blossoms.

 

She was once upon a time, the land far away.  She was the neverborn, innocence in fragile happiness.

 

She laughed, caught between life and knowledge, birth and death.

 

(Eat the apple.)

 

Reviews

[Kelsey Desmond]

Amazing! Simple and elegant! There is no true character in this story, but yet, you have a full sense of her as if you had known her all your life. It is short and easy, but carries own in your mind to make it seem much longer, with much longer descriptions and a longer sense of knowledge. Amazing work. Well done.