~Tears make a river~ [OPEN]
Aug 23, 2012 4:40:57 GMT -5
Post by inablizzard on Aug 23, 2012 4:40:57 GMT -5
Claire Woods
I sit alone on the edge of the smooth, shiny surface of the river. I can hear the faint bubbling of the water moving towards my left. It's peaceful here, on the outskirts of town. The warm, rough cobblestone is comfortable to sit on, the mud rubs my feet gently. Water plants tickle my feet.
I hate myhome house. A long bungalow, colored white and blue. I have my own room. My family is well off. But the house has no character. It is devoid of soul. The river does. I can remember spending my childhood years here, with my brothers and later, my little sister. Building little reed boats and watching them float down the river. Trying to catch little schools of fish with our bare hands. I learnt to fish here. It seemed like my life would always be happy and carefree.
But then the winter came. Slowly freezing the ponds and the river. Growing icicles on the windowsills. I told my brother to not go fishing that day. But he did. The townspeople found him late at night next to the deep coastline. Unconscious. Lips blue with cold. Eyes closed.
My father took him back home. My mother did not sleep for days, feeding Lucas, tending to his frostbite. But that winter, there was an epidemic. A small one. It wasn't a bad disease. But Lucas was too weak. He succumbed to the sickness. All winter he had a cough. He died when the first flowers of spring grew. I ripped them from the garden.
I tell myself to stop thinking about this. Lucas is gone. I have to help feed my family now. My useless twin brother is off playing around, as usual.I get to business, building a net trap on the side of the river, worms as bait. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the trap is full of fish. I remember Lucas taught me this trap.
The first tear falls into the river. The rest falls thick and fast, adding to the clear freshwater. I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hello?" Wiping my tears away, I turn to the stranger.
I hate my
But then the winter came. Slowly freezing the ponds and the river. Growing icicles on the windowsills. I told my brother to not go fishing that day. But he did. The townspeople found him late at night next to the deep coastline. Unconscious. Lips blue with cold. Eyes closed.
My father took him back home. My mother did not sleep for days, feeding Lucas, tending to his frostbite. But that winter, there was an epidemic. A small one. It wasn't a bad disease. But Lucas was too weak. He succumbed to the sickness. All winter he had a cough. He died when the first flowers of spring grew. I ripped them from the garden.
I tell myself to stop thinking about this. Lucas is gone. I have to help feed my family now. My useless twin brother is off playing around, as usual.I get to business, building a net trap on the side of the river, worms as bait. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the trap is full of fish. I remember Lucas taught me this trap.
The first tear falls into the river. The rest falls thick and fast, adding to the clear freshwater. I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hello?" Wiping my tears away, I turn to the stranger.
