Stars
A-Z story installment S
The last bit of this story, although the alphabet isn't quite done
Life can be confusing...
She
carries the little bundle up the stairs to bed. Echo curls under the quilt.
Claire makes a wall of rolled up blanket behind her, to stop a fall, anchors it
inside the sheet. She strolls back to damp the fire. Her ribs ache. The
floorboards are smooth and cool underfoot. She pauses at the window. Stars ping
out in a thickening sky. There they are, millions; millions of stars, casting
down light in diamond lines, all through space, millions and millions of stars.
She sits at the window seat, her hand pressed against the glass. She cries
without effort.
Shadows
get deeper, they overspill, make a rising tide all through the small house.
There is enough illumination left to find a match. Claire lights a candle,
treads back upstairs, her silhouette lurching by her side, slips into bed.
‘Obscure,’
she whispers, ‘a speck, nothing more. Unique to the one who holds it.’
Her
eyes are lead-lined, impossible to lift.
Light whittles down to the width of a plumb line, and she follows it
into the depths.
Comments
These last two posts were breathtakingly beautiful. And I mean that literally because I was really moved and am fairly certain that they both did actually take my breath away. There is such a purity about the way you see the world. It's not naive, and it's not in any sort of denial. Quite the opposite.
When I was blogging as Girl Wizard, I had a tagline. It was the only blog I ever used a tagline for and it was, 'Unearthing the sublime from heaps of ordinary.'
That's you. That is perfectly, utterly you.
:)