bedtime stories

Veronica and the Natural Disasters

"Veronicaaaa!" A high pitched voice shrieked, dragging out the A continuously. A habit that Veronica had grown to hate very much. Her name was Veronica, Nica, or just plain 'V'.

"What, Aunt Meredith?!" Veronica shouted back, a scowl imprinted on her lips.

"Go fetch some water for tonight!" Meredith commanded from the upstairs bedroom and Veronica frowned.

"What's tonight?" She said and trotted up that stairs. Her aunt sighs unhappily, as she liked to have no children around her. To Aunt Meredith, Veronica was still a child, whether she was eighteen or not.

Veronica opened the door to her Aunt's bedroom, the bed was ruffled, matching Meredith's hair and the sliding doors were wide open, the white curtains blowing slightly in the Mexican breeze. The doors opened to Veronica's most favored spot in the house, the view looking out onto the aquamarine coloured Caribbean Sea.

"The Day Of The Dead, Su hijo estúpida!" Meredith said to her angrily. Veronica scowled at her, an action that her Aunt would be very, very used to now.

"Oh." Was all Veronica said before her Aunt whooshed her out of the room and pushed her down the stairs.

Veronica brushed herself off and stumbled out the house absent mindedly. When her thoughts rearranged into a mature perspective she was miles away on a dock. Veronica sat down and huffed. She was nowhere known to her and there was no body in her line of vision.

. . .

She sat there for a while, on the rotting dock with the moss as a cushion and her wandering thoughts as company until a voice spoke up.

"Hello, my darling." It said. It was a he, and his voice was deep and rich, not an ounce of throatiness or huskiness.

"Sí?" She said, confused. His chest rumbled as he laughed at her and she threw him her signature scowl in reply.

"Anything on your mind at the moment?" He asked her and she blinks her eyes closed slowly. He went over to her and sat down on the cluster of moss.

"How did you know?" Veronica said, sarcasm dripping out of her mouth. "Was it the scowl? Hm.. WAIT! I know, maybe it was the fact that I," she paused for a moment, "I have been sitting here for about an HOUR now and I have NO idea what is going on!" She exclaimed.

"No, it wasn't the scowl." The man replied. "But it was that you were sitting here, in my realm, for quite a while." Veronica pinched the bridge of her nose. She was stressed out.

"Realm?" She tilted her head up to look him in the face. He winked at her.

"Who do you think I am?" He asked and she blinked at him, beckoning for him to tell her the answer. "Tell me." She said tiredly.

"I am a dead god. An impossible person." He answered. Veronica rolled her eyes mildly, "Okay Kanye West." She laughed lightly and he slowly pulled his lips back into a snarl.

A grumbling growl escaped his throat loudly and Veronica shuffled away from him, the hairs on the back of her neck standing erect. His back arches forward and two black stumps erupt from his spine. The stumps grow swiftly until they reach two meters away from his broad shoulders at both sides.

"Wings?" Veronica huffed. They lap once and his feet lifted off the floor slightly. He flexed his arms and straightened out his legs.

"Come here." He taunted. Veronica moved forwards towards him and he taps her on the head. She felt a pang in her head and spots start to blur over her vision. Veronica felt an overwhelming sense of dizziness and stumbled down onto the floor.