Dragonfly

F O R S H A D O W

The rain poured onto the young woman's face, tickling down from her forehead to her chin before dripping down to the cold, hard pavement. Her red eyes shined as the moon light shone slightly through the tick, dark clouds. Her head was filled with questions that she that would never be solved. All she could do was stare at the large white door of a house that had no lights to power over the darkness of the night. The woman continued to stare, as if her stare was like a powerful force that could brake down the door, or help her change her mind and to walk away from this God awful place. But where else will take in strays?

As her hair danced with the wind, she looked down at the small bundle of life that she will never get to be part of. The little life that was covered to hide from the rain that would wake her sleeping body. The woman smiled weakly at the small child, now warm tears tangled and danced with the rain that was dripping down her face. The child is only 1 year old, she would have little, to no memories of this woman. Of the woman that gave birth to her. A cars screeching tires brought the woman back to reality.

Its time.

A man, startled, woke up to a loud bang on his front door, along with a loud clash of thunder. Grumbling, he gets up, not caring if he woke the woman sleeping next to him. Throwing on his jacket, and gun for safety measures, the man heads out his warm room and into the cold hallway. Who in Gods right mind would be here at this hour, the man thought as he walked down the grand staircase of his large home. Seeing at the bottom of his stairs was his 3 year old son, who was looking curiously at the door, inching closer to it.

Another loud bang. Both jumped back slightly. The child got closer to the door, reaching for the handle but stopped when his father's booming voice stopped him. "Don't you opened that door, you want to be killed?!" The man yelled, his words were slightly slurred. The alcohol still in his system from the party from earlier that night. The boy shock his head before running back up the stairs.

The man slowly and carefully opened the door. Peaking through the small crack of the threshold and the door was only rain and darkness. Another of clash of thunder was followed with a melody of cries. The man was now puzzled before looking down, opening the door more. There laid, rolled in a thin blue blanket with gold letters on the corner, was a small child, no older than 1.

The man had to take a double take before calling out in the night, as if someone was there, just as his wife came down the stairs. " Vincent, go back to bed." The wife said before ruffling the boys blond hair, sending him off back to the comfort and warmth of his bed. "Orson? Who is it?" The woman asked, worried as she stepped close.

"Someone left this...thing, in front of the door." Orson said, stepping to the side. One look and the woman had looked as if she was blessed with a expensive gift. She squeezed her 20 pounds over weight body past him, reaching down for the small life. "Ezra Lockwood, what are you doing?" Orson said, with a disapproving look as his wife scooped up the small child. Ezra shot her husband a look before walking back inside. "Saving the poor thing from the rain."

As Ezra said this, she went and sat on the sofa, rocking the small child back to sleep, the melody of cries now silenced. "Ezra," Orson began, running his hand through his hair. "We can't keep that thing." He said, earning a look he's grown to fear. Ezra was about to get her way. "This 'thing' has a name." Ezra said as she moved her angry gaze, turning into a calm and enchanted gaze, to the small sleeping child. Orson gave a confused look at his wife. Looking up at him with her sea blue eyes, said while pointing to the golden letters on the child's blanket that clung to her,

"Her name is Collin."

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Hi everyone, short Authors Note with details about the story:
Every other week on Sunday nights/Or Monday mornings a new chapter will be posted. I'm still new to writing, I'm open to any suggestions and some advice to make this better. Vote and Comment, See you guys next time.

Word Count:785
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