Happy New Year. 2010
In this New year might all your wishes come true or closer to becoming true. I wish health and happiness to all my family and friends, and many blessings to all less fortunate that do not have someone to be there with them. We are not alone, and we will move forward.
A life
Author's Note: This is another short story that still in some early drafts but as it stands is complete. I presented it on some workshops and it was very helpful. I took many suggestions and I can always improve. Please leave your comments about the story, and I always look forward to critism. Enjoy.
- Joaquine
Life
She takes long and slow breaths. She looks at the hands in the clock moving ever-so-slow and it seems like the little red second hand is struggling to make the minute hand move and the minute hand is pushing gently the big black hour hand forward to 11 o’clock. Her concentration on the clock is interrupted by a knock at the door.
“We are ready for you Ms. Vane,” a nurse says.
Ms. Vane gets up and opens the door by the cold steel handle and nods at the nurse. She follows the nurse and looks down at the color lines that are along the floor. Some are blue and others brown and there are even some red maybe for emergencies, she thinks. Nurses in dark red and pink scrubs zoom by her with piles of steel charts and stethoscopes around their necks.
Odors of ammonia and chlorine get stronger as the nurse and Ms. Vane approach the surgery room; it looks more like an execution chamber. They walk in. The nurse takes Ms. Vane to a small room just before the main surgery room. Ms. Vane feels the cold stethoscope against her skin as the nurse is checking her pulse and her blood pressure with the little pump. She breathes heavily and tries to calm herself down. She can hear some people from the surgery team laughing at the distance and she can also hear the stereo on the background playing Requiem by Mozart. She remembers the name of the song because her brother loved listening to it and she hated it. She gets lost into the music and she feels as if time has stopped; she can almost feel every heart beat inside her and also she feels the very little heart inside her for the first time. She sighs.
Candles
This time of year once again. One more round and we still here. Nothing much has change since last year, or at least I would like to think so. In that spirit I will post my first short story, nothing that big just my first draft of a fantasy story.
Candles
Rain pours down in the old church. A tall man touches the old rusty door handles and opens the door. The door clicks and he sees a river of candles illuminating the dark church. He hears whispers coming out of the shadows.
The smell of incense and burning wax penetrate his nose making his head a little dizzy. He walks. His boots splashing against the wooden floor makes some people turn around and stare at him with candles in their hands. He makes his way to the altar leaving trails of mud and water behind.