Day 173 – Last Flowers

This one was literally thought of in 10 seconds and written in 20 minutes. Apologies for that.

Word count: 610

An explosion of light erupted from the ignited match in Kayla’s hand. With the darkness scratching to get in, she lit the candle by the bedside table. Her hand was trembling.
Within a pool of light encompassed by a black mass, Kayla sat by a bed. Her long hair fell over her face such that it was hidden from view. The candlelight flickered. Kayla was sobbing, though she would not lift her face to look at the body lying in the bed. The body lay unrelentingly still, but it was not dead. As if made of stone, it lay as undisturbed and without life; but again, it was not dead.
Kayla reached out a hand, went with tears, and rested it on the bed, adjacent to the still and lifeless hand that belonged to the body that she, still, could not look at.
“Is it too late?” she muttered over her tears, “Is it? Can’t I be forgiven?”
The body gave no response.
“You just sit there, no response, no answers? What have I done? What have I done?” her teeth gritted together and she withdrew her hand from the bed.
The body continued to lie there as if it were inanimate. It was breathing, softly. Its eyes were even wide open. They were looking directly upwards, at a ceiling that was too far beyond the black veil to be seen.
Kayla wiped her cheeks with her sleeve, “I don’t mean it, I don’t mean it.”
“I’m not what you think I am, you know. I wish you knew me, I wish you knew me more. You might understand, you have understood….” She rested her hand again on the bed, hoping for the slightest touch in return. She got none.
Again she withdrew it, “But you never will. I wish I knew why you hated me. I wish I knew you at all.”
From where she was sitting, she tucked the body in, snuggling it in its warm duvet, “Why do you do this to me? Why do you punish me? I don’t like the dark. I don’t like the dark at all.”
Kayla reached to the floor and picked up a bunch of flowers. They were pretty, but not the best ones that could have been chosen. Some were dying; somewhere already dead, but there were a few bright smiles amount the carcasses. Each one made Kayla happy.
“I brought you these. They were the last ones. I’m sorry they are not the best. I’m not good with flowers, but these made me happy. I hope they make you happy too. We like the same things, you and I. I wish you remembered that. I wish you me at all.”
Kayla laid the flowers on the pillow beside the body’s head.
“Maybe one day you’ll remembered I’m still here,” Kayla spread her hair apart and finally revealed her face.
Her face was small, soft and round. She had rosy cheeks and milky teeth. With her hair parted as it was, it showed how much she suited pigtails and pleats. Dry tears lined her skin; she looked both old and young simultaneously.
Kayla leaned right forward so that she was directly over the body now. The body’s head slipped down to the left of the pillow and its face was at last revealed. It was a mirror to Kayla’s own save time had twisted and warped her in places. She was old or at least older. The same eyes looked right back at Kayla, foggy blue and as distant and cold as the farthest planets.
“Please remember me, please,” she whispered, not breaking eye contact, “Please, before it’s too late…”

~ by S.G. Mark on March 28, 2012.

One Response to “Day 173 – Last Flowers”

  1. Don’t apologize for the spontaneity of this… it’s really good!

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