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Who am I?
The
slate colored clouds rolled in from the distant mountains where they had
gathered throughout the day. Little by little they left their home in the
valleys and peaks, leaving behind dark paths across which others would follow.
The
sun, which up until that moment had touched upon the earth with its warm andn
inviting glow slowly vanished. The gentle, white cotton candy globes suspended
above it, rose higher, escaping the mass of grey that charged in.
It
wasn’t long before water droplets raced to meet those below. Flowers and plants
raised their green arms in a wild dance that fueled their lives. Ducks and other
animals splashed about joyously, refreshing themselves in the coolness of the
weeping sky.
Yet,
the gentle spring rain was nothing more than a rouse. Beyond it, a dark mass
stormed through.
The
wind which at first had been little more than a gentle whisper, raised its
voice. Louder and louder it cried among the leaves, quickly becoming howls of
distress. It was coming.
The
sprinkle of rain became violent as thick globs of water fell from the sky.
Flowers and plants trembled, their bodies no longer thirsty, but frightened as
they fought against the oncoming darkness. The animals ran for cover, their
victory dance long forgotten by the fear that made their spines tingle. Light
faded.
Thunder
made the world tremble just as lightning flashed against the inky blackness.
Nothing could be seen, except for her. A figure in the distance, naked, pale
and white under the light of the storm, it walked slowly across the grass.
She
was not afraid.
Her
hair, normally golden, was dark by the water and plastered to her cheekbones. Water
rolled across the bridge of her nose and tumbled over her full, rosy, lips.
Drops clung to her dark lashes, making the blueness in her eyes stand out.
She
walked with determination. Her body lithe. Her limbs strong. She was round in
all the right places, attractive by most standards. Except, here and there, she
bore marks. Scars. Wrinkles. Signs.
Thin
red marks zigzagged across her hips, as if she’d once carried a child or had
lost and gained weight repeatedly.
The
veins on her hand stood out blue and green, translucent in the light of the
raging storm. The pale flesh was flecked with marks of old age. There was
nothing beautiful about the slender fingers with bony knuckles.
She
stopped for a moment and cocked her head. Her lips spread into a smile. Lightning
erupted above her head just as the wings attached to her back snapped open. She
spread her arms and beat the appendages. The fury of the storm seemed to
increase, the trees bending over with fear and the rain splattering on the
ground with violent anger. She remained unmoved. Water slid across the delicate
black feathers of her wings, as if they were precious lovers kissing each other
farewell one last time.
Her lips parted.
“I know who I am, do you?”
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