Gunshot of the Heart

Little

"You find those peculiar moments in life when you just wanna smile, you also find the ones that cause tears. We don't choose which will happen but we do affect how much. Why destroy beauty when beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or why decipher the projections of love if they are to remain untamed. The world continuously spins while life runs us by with these inquiring questions. Day 5,840 of Drew Breend (Drestine Nicolette Breend)"

The feather leaves my leather torn Italian notebook. While a sigh escapes my lips, I gaze my world enduring eyes at the glass pane of the oak wood window. You can only imagine life during a war they say. Except thousands of us feel it's sting in the English air that surrounds the city. I take one more deep breath of this subjected weakness and stand. Two blurry shadows cross in front of my eyes through the window. While the fog keeps their identities unknown, one explanation explains the appearance. Arian and Jenson are at it again. When a loud high pitch bark enters the air I'm confirmed. They're chasing stray dogs. Again. My mothers sweet old voice rises into the world above my head. I can only smile at the childish behavior which exists outside. I smile again and make my way to the old cherry stairs. With every creak rings old memories of happiness and perfection. Sunlight begins to trail down my face and body when I slowly emerge from the study. Or as my mother calls it the "filthy snakes home". For once my father discovered an old treaded black snakes skin, and pestered her for weeks with the idea of something living in the house that was not a human. My smile never leaves except when my mothers silver sweet voice disturbs my train of thought.

"Drestine! Could you please set the table for breakfast?"

"Oh, yes. Of course!"

I collect the flower printed plates that hold my grandmother in whole. What questions the moment though is the extra plate in the stack. Arian must be joining us. A squeal suddenly touches into the air. Delly then runs down the stairs with her deep brown shoulder length hair blowing behind her, and Bren following in pursuit carrying one of his worm colleagues, as he refers to them as. I hold a chair up as our little battle begins. Delly holding my skirt and Bren staring us down with the light blue eyes he's gifted having. My left summons me as he goes right. We continue to keep the eye watering game going. Whoever blinks first, gets the worm. I hear Delly scream playfully behind me, but I'm taken into the air before I realize what has happened. Jenson has pulled Delly up with one arm and thrown me over his left shoulder.

"Get them Bren!"

Bren runs over to us placing a worm on me and another which hid in his pocket on Delly. Three contagious laughs escape to the breeze. Mothers, Fathers, and Arians. Along with each scream me and Delly release, and Brens look of victory.

"Alright, alright. Time to eat." Says my father through his gruff but tamed greying beard, who sits at the table with mothers kind help.

Delly releases one last giggle while I smooth out my skirt and sit. We all grasp hands with Delly's in my right and Arians in my left. A slight breeze blows through the kitchen window, and I notice how warm Arians Hand is. While releasing a slight smile my father begins to pray. The words of time forgotten roll out of his mouth. A solid prayer we say every morning before a long day. Words first spoken by my grandmother. The woman who used to laugh while creating new words to describe life. Oh how dearly I miss her.

I'm interrupted from my memories by delly's chanting of "Amen."
I open my simple grey eyes to find Arian has not let go of my smaller hand, and I can immediately feel my cheeks burn. I can no longer hear anything that exist around my being, and I don't believe I have blinked since noticing his warmth. My little eternity quickly ends as he removes his grasp and begins to eat. He never even looked at me. Never even noticed. I suppose what they say is true. Those little moments that we experience are only little in the eyes of others.