As you will have noticed before I missed a couple of letter namely W, X and Y so here is the W post I had started the others will be caught up before the end of this month.
As we haven’t had any real writing as such on here for a couple of weeks I thought it was time for a quick Photo Flash Friday post even though the inspiration is a letter rather than a photo.
She brought the lid down on the suitcase and looked round taking in a final sweep of the room. Convinced she had all she would need she snapped the catches into place and let her eyes close for a moment as she composed herself for what she knew would be the hardest task.
Letting out a sigh she picked up the small case and went down the stairs, she marvelled that her life could be so easily packed away in such a small package, but then hadn’t she always known this time would come, accumulating material possessions had been pointless making the few she had all the more precious.
Dropping the case near the door she checked the living room, it resembled a show room in many ways, clinically clean and tidy, they had only lived here a few months hardly time to stamp an identity into the room. for a moment she debated leaving a note, an explanation of her absence but what could she say which had not already been said. She had told him this day would come from their first meeting, not that he had taken her seriously of course, who could, the idea that one day she would simply cease to exist in mortal form was not one to be easily believed. Instead she placed her key in the centre of the table and with closed eyes whispered a blessing to bring him peace in the years to come once the pain of her absence faded.
The miles passed quickly from her seat on the coach, she had changed route several times, knowing he would try to trace her, he would not accept she had walked away of her own free will. It was free will she had long ago consented to this chain of events, maybe if she had known how hard it would be to carry it through she would have stayed in the solitude of her predecessors as she awaited her turn rather than entering the mortal world and meeting him but it was too late now for those thoughts to carry any weight.
The last few miles were by necessity on foot, she was thankful now that she had so little to carry, the wilderness not accommodating to the casual walker out for a hike. With each step she felt the connection grow, energy passing from the ground through her boots into her flesh, she could bear the barrier between herself and the earth no longer and stopped to discard the hiking boots, she looked now again at the case she carried, why had she brought anything she did not need any of it. she placed it on the ground, the boots placed upon it, next the coat she was wearing was folded and placed on top of the pile. She looked at it and smiled, a shrine to her brief experience of the mortal world.
Feeling free now she had shed the layers of human clothing save for the thin flowing dress she skipped across the tufts of scrub as the wasteland began to change to woodland. The trees crowded together yet she slipped between them barely breaking her stride, knowing instinctively the path to take.
Finally she was there, they stood in a circle waiting for her.
Around the fire they danced, their movements mirroring the twists and flickers of the flames, the energy created crackling through the air. She stepped from the shadows and took her place inside the ring, eyes closed in ecstasy as she moved towards the centre, head thrown back and lips parted in a sigh she stepped into the flames.
The movement stopped as those who had been circling fell to their knees chanting, as she was engulfed in the flames. Peace and tranquillity reigned as the fire purified, then the heavens opened and the rain quenched the flames. Those watching looked at the dead tree stump which stood in the centre of the clearing where the fire had so recently burnt, and there nestled within the charred roots sprouted a tiny green shoot.
They clasped hands forming the circle, from death to rebirth, they danced and sang once more.
Hope you enjoyed it didn’t quite go where I thought it would when I began but thats the joy of writing we don’t always know the story until it is finished
