Mood:
chillin'Topic: Story
Harley
Harley sat by the lakes edge, glaring into the rippling waves, staring the stare of the dead of mind and humming the tune of uncaring.
Multi colored leaves blew in all directions, floating, just floating, and riding the small waves of indecisiveness. Harley glared as the sun went down and the shimmer of blue turned to grayish black.
A cold breeze sent dampness through her body and by and by she got up and left the lakes edge.
Walking without thinking, she promenaded through town and found the entrance to her apartment door. Turning the key in the lock, she looked at the golden shiny name plate underneath the door knocker. Harley saw the face of the guardian of death beckoning her forth. In she went, not afraid of the threat of her demise. If she would die this very night she would be free of mindless action, free to face the new realm at hand, the unknowing realm mystifyingly at her reach.
As Harley entered the moonlit room, she reached for the light, she felt a hand upon her shoulder, and yet another hand lay gently upon the hand that reached slowly for the light switch. She lit the light of unconcern and looked dead into the eyes of her new captor. Her captor was fair and lingered there; she gave to her a smile of wisdom and beauty beyond compare.
Their eyes were locked in a beautiful stare while the breath of hope was breathed into her lungs. Her captor was an angel of God, not the devil of whom she would try to spite for all that was wrong and nothing that was right. Very shortly after, Harley was found by a friend, lying on her chaise with a smile all aglow and a delicate rose in her hand. Harley's spirit hovered in the air for it had not yet left the atmosphere.
Her friend gave a sigh and as she tried to close Harley's eyes, her hand went numb. She pulled her hand back, only to vision Harley rising.
Harley stood by her friend as she called her by name, telling of her rejuvenation. Her revision was swift, like a torrent she'd lift, from her chaise to the halls of salvation.
By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal © 2000 All Rights Reserved