When He Returns.

.....

0Likes
0Comments
319Views
AA

1. Parradise. (Warning: Not going to start regularly updating this for a couple weeks)

Days turn to months.  Months turn to years. Nobody comes by here anymore.  No people or animals.  Time does not pass here the same way it does for the rest of the world. The Gods do not watch this tiny oasis of beauty.

This is Luci’s domain - this is beautiful.

The sound of solitude settles in the tall dead grass.  The cloudless sky plays stage to a lone song bird - reciting the same grey monologue, day in, day out. Old dead trees creek and complain of twisted limbs broken and bent in painful and unnatural ways.  Mountains climb to the west, casting pink across the sky when the sun settles.  A river runs from the north; wide and slow, stained red-orange by the iron in the soil underfoot. It splits above the village and joins itself again just to the south. A large rotting wooden bridge big enough for a horse and cart to travel over, once connected the dirt track that followed the river, to the cobblestone roads in the village - Now it had been battered and washed down stream, leaving only the crumbling railings to mark its old path.

In the village the buildings stand silent: a church – once tall and proud, with colourful stained glass windows – slumps, crumbling, it's heavy wooden doors hanging open on their hinges, the cross which once hung holy above the alter, lays drunkenly against the steps outside, painted with the crimsons of Father Henry and Sister Jude, their bodies sleep in pieces; the town hall was a large eccentric marble structure, poison ivy now grew up the eastern wall and invaded the mayor’s office through the large broken window, the main hall had stickmen dancing across all four large walls in the mayor’s own Crimson, the colour contrast the ugly white stones; the houses were plain and uninteresting, white walls, thatched roofs, dark wooden beams and broken windows; the streets were empty, old market stools full of decaying vegetables and carts with rotting wheels. A hundred lives left behind, dropped at a second’s notice.

Days turn to months, months turn to years, nobody comes by here anymore, no people or animals, time does not pass here the same way it does for the rest of the world. The Gods do not watch this tiny oasis of beauty.

This is Luci’s domain - This is beautiful.

But today- a man, with a hood covering his face and a long grey beard, finds himself walking up the dirt road.  Lost? He’s not a tall man and he walks hunched over with a long black cane but has a sure, steady pace.  He does not look up as he moves quickly down the track. No. His coat is dark brown and trails across the ground behind him collecting dirt.  Found!

Another man follows him, a few steps behind with long, slow strides. He is younger and taller with far better posture, built like a spider; long and skinny with a thin sly smile and dangerous blue eyes. His hair is white blond and half way down his back. He does not wear a coat, nor a shirt at all. The sun burns his tattooed shoulders but leaves his arms and face pale. Neither men have bags.

A dog appears, leaping and bounding behind them, zigzagging to this and then to that, barking, seemingly untrained until the younger man raises his hand and within seconds the dog falls to his heal in silence, it's dirty grey-black coat has picked up leaves and mud, it's tongue hangs from its mouth happily. Unaware of the danger his master puts him in.

The party come to where the foot bridge once stood and with little hesitation cross through the river, coming out onto the bank soaked up to their waists. They continue the walk down the cobbled road. A small smile plays across the younger man’s face as he looks around - he has yet to stumble across my artwork. He, like the dog, does not truly understand the danger he is in and will not until his crimson is my paint.

Days turn to months, months turn to years, nobody comes by here anymore, no people or animals, time does not pass here the same way it does for the rest of the world. The Gods do not watch this tiny oasis of beauty.

This is Luci’s domain – I will make it beautiful.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...