Friday, August 7, 2009

Cries

She finds herself in a dark corridor. “How did I get here?”, she wonders. A familiar cry resonates from the depths of the darkness. She tunes in, only to realize it is her child. He is crying out to her! “Mama, mama!” Alarmed and frightened, she stumbles through the darkness toward the cries. “I can’t believe this,” she says to herself. She had left her infant son under his father’s care while she stepped out to run errands. Where is he? Where is her child? Where am I?

The cries are growing nearer. The door appears in front of her. She opens it to find her baby in a bassinet - crying out in fear from having been abandoned. He recognizes her face, and a smile appears on his damp, swollen face. Relieved, she picks him up and she embraces him. She continues down the corridor toward voices. The corridor is still dark, and the cement floor is cool and damp beneath her feet.

She continues toward the voices, still curious to know what might have happened to her husband. Finally, she reaches the voices and she sees a door that is slightly ajar. Cautiously, she pushes the door open with her foot. She feels a stabbing pain in her heart at the sight before her. She sees her husband, passionately entwined in the arms of another! She screams out his name. Alarmed at having been witnessed, he jumps off the bed. She slams the door shut before he could reach out to her and she continues to run away into the darkness with her child.

Amazingly, she finds herself safely in a car with her child. She turns the ignition on and drives away.

The alarm clock rings. She is startled from sleep. She turns quickly to find her husband is still fast asleep. She watches him in his sleep while she fascinates about killing him . . .

Life motivates you in the weirdest way.

1 comment:

  1. Always life motivates as in the weirdest way. That's why we have to see through all these problems, to be calm and think carefully for our next movement. A movement that will lead us in the right and best way for us and for people who love us.

    Most of us don't know what day is tomorrow, because we have lost ourselves. And fate can play us even by thinking of killing someone, because he killed our SOUL...


    Warmest Regards,

    Lionpsyche

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