Post by John Strike on Nov 22, 2009 21:06:45 GMT -8
"Hey Stacy, I'm back."
John had made his way from the school to a house with a family he knew. A man barely in his 30's, along with his wife. Their only daughter being sick and bed ridden most of her life, would always ask John for stories. Where he'd been, where he was going. Every time he had to leave she would always ask him to come back an dtell her more stories. It had been that way since she was but old enough to talk.
Today...
She was sleeping, peacefully and quiet in her bed. Unmoving besides the rising and falling of her chest. But John was not diswaded from telling her his new story.
"You know what I saw this week?"
He would even pause, as if he could imagine her bright face staring at him with such enthusiastic anticipation, nodding like she usually did to ask him. "What?"
"I saw a huge ship. The largest boat I'd ever seen, it was like a thousand houses all in one. All sorts of people where there, some wearing nice clothes, others wearing normal clothes, rich, poor, laughing, sad, but everyone was talking, and everyone was moving. Like running water motion was everywhere, bot a single person was still."
As if she could hear him the smallest of twinges appeared at the corner of her mouth, signaling a smile. Hoping, wishing that she could hear him, no believing it was true he continued his story.
"The feast everyone shared amongst each other... You could smell it through the whole ship, there was not a single sad face that night. We all eat, some had turkey, ham, a huge salad dish, and a sculpture made of ice, shaped like a moon with a girl much like yourself sitting in it."
For as long as John could remember the way this girl was so innocent, so happy, so interested... It always brought a warmth inside his chest. His story continued on for maybe two hours, mixed with his story was his bright voice no one ever heard it but her. He even exagerated alot of his motions when speaking to her.
When his story ended he would look at her once more.
"I promise next time, I'll tell you about even better places...."
Exiting the room the man, the father of stacy would be standing there with his wife.
"...I ... I think she liked that one."
The man would say, John's smile hidden by his mask. He would respond.
"I think so too. I'll be back next week."
The woman stood a large tear running down her face.
"I'm sure she can't wait for you to tell her more stories."
They never spoke goodbyes, no farewell, John just nodded and left. Exiting the house he would make his way back towards the school.
John had made his way from the school to a house with a family he knew. A man barely in his 30's, along with his wife. Their only daughter being sick and bed ridden most of her life, would always ask John for stories. Where he'd been, where he was going. Every time he had to leave she would always ask him to come back an dtell her more stories. It had been that way since she was but old enough to talk.
Today...
She was sleeping, peacefully and quiet in her bed. Unmoving besides the rising and falling of her chest. But John was not diswaded from telling her his new story.
"You know what I saw this week?"
He would even pause, as if he could imagine her bright face staring at him with such enthusiastic anticipation, nodding like she usually did to ask him. "What?"
"I saw a huge ship. The largest boat I'd ever seen, it was like a thousand houses all in one. All sorts of people where there, some wearing nice clothes, others wearing normal clothes, rich, poor, laughing, sad, but everyone was talking, and everyone was moving. Like running water motion was everywhere, bot a single person was still."
As if she could hear him the smallest of twinges appeared at the corner of her mouth, signaling a smile. Hoping, wishing that she could hear him, no believing it was true he continued his story.
"The feast everyone shared amongst each other... You could smell it through the whole ship, there was not a single sad face that night. We all eat, some had turkey, ham, a huge salad dish, and a sculpture made of ice, shaped like a moon with a girl much like yourself sitting in it."
For as long as John could remember the way this girl was so innocent, so happy, so interested... It always brought a warmth inside his chest. His story continued on for maybe two hours, mixed with his story was his bright voice no one ever heard it but her. He even exagerated alot of his motions when speaking to her.
When his story ended he would look at her once more.
"I promise next time, I'll tell you about even better places...."
Exiting the room the man, the father of stacy would be standing there with his wife.
"...I ... I think she liked that one."
The man would say, John's smile hidden by his mask. He would respond.
"I think so too. I'll be back next week."
The woman stood a large tear running down her face.
"I'm sure she can't wait for you to tell her more stories."
They never spoke goodbyes, no farewell, John just nodded and left. Exiting the house he would make his way back towards the school.
