Lillith - Short Story

An artists job

"Oww, oww! Anthony, slow down!"

I begged, as he loosens his grip slightly.

"No. It's Rebecca.."

He pulls a worried expression as he responds, staring out the window that lied in front of us and stopping in his tracks. Outside, it was a beautiful sight. The sun caressed our cheeks, the waterfall glistening while water trickled out of its fountain. Flowers mindlessly sat around the land and green spikes poked out of the ground. It was truly mesmerising. But, the real sight was a woman with curly black hair. She was wearing a peach sundress with a white stripy pattern. Soft scratching would be heard from in front of me, looking down, there was the dog.

"Henry, knock it off. Those aren't cheap."

Anthony complained as he pushes the door open gently, Henry doing the rest of the work and squeezing outside. I instantly get a rush of the smell. The fragrance was no longer unbearable, now soothing and relaxing. It was lavender. A giggle left Rebecca's mouth while kneeling down to rub Henrys silky stomach.

"Okay so.. Can you explain what's happening now?"

I ask in a confused voice, my barefoot feet crunching against the thin, earthy grass as I walk outside. Birds chirp in the distance. As I speak, my hands do strange looking movements.

'I'm leaving today, but I only want one thing from you..'

It would appear it was hard for her to ask this, and she would fiddle a little in between the signs.

"What is it?"

She hands me a small envelope, it felt crinkled and bumpy against my palm. I tear it open with no remorse, spreading out the small piece of paper. It had one line, and one word. A very brief and very painful request. It read 'Henry'. My heart sank on the spot, while a broad hand clasped my shoulder.

"What – No – No way."

I stutter as I shake my head no aggressively, finding that comment abrupt. My hand clasped over my heart as I try to think about what I can do. I couldn't lose Henry, ever. My heart stung.

'Please. You know I hate to ask you this, but he's all I have to remind me of home.'

That's when it hit me. The soft grass making me feel light changed to tiles that made my feet clap as I sprint across it. The horrid smell from before invades my nose. I rummage through all my paintings, three others chasing after me.

"Lillith – Lillith! Chill!"

Anthony would grab her arm and stop her bluntly, Rebecca leaning against the white doorframe with a concerned and confused look on her face.

"Ah-hah! Got it!"

I throw my arms up in excitement, still clenching onto the painting. Anthony nosily yanks the painting out of my hands, observing it.

"Oh It's.. Him?"

Anthony would mutter under his breath. Rebecca would not understand what is happening, poking her head over and noticing the masterpiece. It had a small fluffy dog, rolled onto its back and begging for pats. His tail wagged playfully and colours of all kinds surrounded him. Using hand movements, I would disclose.

"You wanted Henry right?"

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