Superiority

6 Transcendence

A brown violin played and the light cast Cassidy's shadow on the wall as she moved with the rhythm of the music. The bow moved and her fingers pressed against the strings. Her gold star sparkled as the light shined from the ceiling and from the depth of her spirit she moved her soft lips, singing a song. The singing was beautiful, and goosebumps would appear on the skin as you heard it.

The wind blew from the ceiling fan and papers from a desk flew toward Cassidy's face, causing her to stop playing. She removed the paper and on it were sketches of drone designs filled with notes and numbers.

She placed the papers on a dining table and played again, moving her legs with the beat, but her mind wandered and played wrong notes. Someone knocked on the door, and the distraction caused her legs to twist, and her feet slipped on the wooden floor. She stumbled, and the violin flew from her hands.

Dakota, a brunette, athletic woman, opened the door. The violin soared, and Dakota yelled as the violin slammed into her stomach, causing her to fall. She laid there and held her violin.

Cassidy got up and ran. "Dakota, are you alright?"

Dakota took a deep breath and said, "My god. Next time I'll just wait until you open the door." She grabbed Cassidy's hand and wiped the dust from her clothing. She walked into the room with Cassidy and said, "Are we going to deliver the food and the clothing?"

She put her violin in her case and walked toward the mirror. "Yes, let me just put my contacts on."

Dakota crossed her arms and paced around the house, and her shoes tapped a blue violin with a broken neck and with strings sticking out. It leaned against the wall and fell as she tried extending her hand to save it but the violin chipped, revealing a green color from the cracks. She turned, and Cassidy was behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't ..."

Cassidy's blue eyes twinkled, and she said, "It's ok. It used to be green, but I painted the violin blue. Mostly cause it's my favorite color. In the past, it was a gift from Donovan on our first anniversary, and at that time we were sitting around a campfire together, but that violin has been broken ever since Donovan lost his job. He said he would fix it but hasn't had a chance."

Dakota said, "How's he doing in his job?"

Cassidy doesn't smile, and she said, "He's doing good, but I sure wish he would have taken the job you offered him that same day."

Dakota said, "Well, it was his decision. He didn't wait, and he could've got a better job from me."

Cassidy said, "Well, why don't we head out then."

They left the house and walked to a bridge carrying large plastic bag with clothes and bags of food. While they were walking, the cold air blew and stung their faces, and when they arrived, a group of people with tattered clothes ran toward them. Their fingers showed from the holes of their gloves and smudges of dirt covered their faces.

The sight of them touched Cassidy's heart, and she gave them bags filled with containers. A big smile crossed her face as the parents and the children took the food.

Dakota gave them the bags of blankets and clothing, and her heart warmed as Cassidy hugged a child who drew her a drawing. It was stick figures of people gathered around Cassidy playing music and the rays of the sun shined on her.

They took the hot steamy soup and sat with Cassidy and Dakota near a fire from a barrel. Their conversations and laughter echoed from the bridge, and the people asked her to play a song for them.

Cassidy smiled and took her violin from her case. She played, and they danced to the beat of the music.

Dakota smiled as she leaned on the wall with her arms crossed.