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zoolane
11-03-2011, 04:09 AM
Small White Boot.

Smallest white boot sitting on the window for all the world to see. It hardest thing for her see as she distances herself, it hope that it could help with the feeling of being trapped. Wishes at that moment the window would open and carrying the boot of into the unknown. The evening mist is de facing her clear sight of vision of the hills. Shyness of the wind, is drawing her to looking around as whistling through the opened kitchen door. Lynn close her eyes just for spilt second. A young girl is stood in front her with sunshine hair, with indigo eyes and white nightie on. She is reaching out to Lynn with pales skin that she ever seen. Her mouth is say something but no sound is advance to Lynn as she watching her.


The clock strike upon the hour. The sky of crystal blue has changed to furious grey with hint of a desire to erupt across the peaceful blue. The traits of time are disappearing with out trace of anything. Lynn regain herself and quickly realizing that it is going to be hell outside to night. She locked down the windows with a hatch. She hid everything that had a taste of it away so in the state of undeniable of the boot even existence but left the boot in it place. Why????

Swirling of the trees against the panel of the window with the howl of the rain. The rattling of the old glass in the frame which is going crack if the adventures storm has not give up playing. She woke to a fracture sound of a twig snapping off and tapping of rest of against the window. A noise could be heard faintly comes from the seal door, but it was not what she hope for it is a baby. Lynn has being long to have dream where she is dancing to the music of a piano in the dark. She know she must not go to the door and open it. Other sound become stronger it is a her piano. Gravity seem to carrying her to the door and piece pink paint still visible. Lynn see her beloved piano in the middle but next to is a crib with baby with pair of white boots on. Where should she go to the innocent child or the only one dear friend in her life.

She standing here with the strips of emotions being torn off by now crying child but put back on with very note that the piano plays. Her natural distinct is to see the babe in arms. As she gentle try rocking the crib it is crying more and that same time she feel herself pull to the melody. Suddenly with out even know she looking over the bundle and she is holding a small cushion over the it. The piano take over her as she dances round the with a white leather boot with laughing, and flooding coming from her eyes.

Bluehound
11-03-2011, 07:15 AM
Wishes at that moment the window would open and carrying the boot of into the unknown.
She hid everything that had a taste of it away so in the state of undeniable of the boot even existence but left the boot in it place. Why?
She standing here with the strips of emotions being torn off by now crying child but put back on with very note that the piano plays.



As always Zoo, your unique story bypasses all of the mundane and boring and plunges straight into pure and raw emotion.
It is hard to know where the reality ends and the dream begins, which adds to the sense of confusion and guilt perfectly.
I am left with a feeling of unease and sadness after reading, so you definitely touch a nerve.
If I could have voted for a second place it would have been this.

Delta40
11-03-2011, 07:32 AM
excellent. I thought about the death of a baby and the haunting, relentless pain mingled with the storm. Lovely detail and as bluehound says, definitely touches a nerve!

zoolane
11-03-2011, 07:45 AM
Thank you both for comments.

hillwalker
11-03-2011, 10:56 AM
I missed this in last month's competition... it's by far the best thing you have written on here because you've kept things subtle rather than gone for the X-rated imagery we normally associate with your gory stories.

Despite toning things down you still manage to inject suspense into the piece because the reader is never sure what is going, on - so our imagination takes over and probably paints an even more sinister picture.

Loved the phrase 'shyness of the wind' by the way. Marvellously original.

H

zoolane
11-03-2011, 04:47 PM
Thank you your comment Hill. Personal bit challange because I did not want it to be more 500-600 words. But still to be story and not snap shot of someone life.