Thou Hath Fallen

Glory Be~3

I was expecting to get  back to my cot now that my head was doing alright.No dull headaches for a week!A new record in this life of mine.A miracle of sorts but weirdly I kind of missed the pain.It was a constant reminder that I was alive,breathing and on a mission of cleansing.

They escorted me back to my solitary confinement-one that I had no problem with but one I would trade for a glimpse of mister sun.I spooked them out.Their eyes bled fear of me,their unnamed monster. I could read auras and their were tainted with self righteousness.They were like snow white angels with a bleeding dagger.

I was pushed.The walls welcomed me as they caved in awareness of their partner.I waited for the lock to click in place before I crumbled on the well worn out floor.I was exhausted but my mind's eye did not have a blinking mechanism.I was still seeing.The visions became a constant but an unwelcome part of my life.I had learnt not to fight a losing battle-to much lost effort for nothing.

The hard floor welcoming hands carressed me roughly and I dared not cling away.I laid there what felt like centuries.Not a baffling length time if you asked me.Rose was silent and my tongue was super dry to welcome her right now.

White
Black
Pure colours in all respects
Choose one? I dare not do
Why? Where is the fun in that

I did not wake up as I bowed my head in a glory be to whoever cared to listen.Yes I was thankful that I was still alive.I had to accord some gratitude somewhere right?

Twenty two humbling years...

I was eight when they took me in.If I know my numbers right that would make me say thirty? A pitiable man? Nope!In my own crazy way I was a survivor,a hero even.Too bad I didn't have physical scars to show for it.Anyway, they say the mental wounds are the hardest to heal.Allow me to add those that bleed through and through.

Peace?

The furnace I endured to have a taste of you young lady and even that you denie me.How much more would I have to prove myself to you that in my arms you'd want for nothing?I would hold on tight and never let go.Soon,I would win you over.

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"Darling, let's fix that tie for yours.You must look perfect."Mary White teased her lord and husband.

"No mishaps love."

"None at all John.Everything must and will be perfect."

"Love?Why wouldn't I have worn a black suit instead?"

"Do I have to remind you that it's tainted?"Mary shook her head at the usual turn of the conversation.

"A good luck kiss?"John asked as he leaned in.

"Of course not! We are not going to act like perverts when they waiting."

Arm in arm they went.Lovely smiles with this twinkle in their eyes that made everything believable.Her hand draped so perfectly in his arm, her head almost lying adorably on his well sculpted frame.Simply perfect.

It was their anniversary.They had decided to celebrate this day with those they shepherded.The main event? Planting willows to symbolise their willowy and rosy love.The seeds,they planted.To water some more they did.Cheers,Laughter and glory be's.What a perfect combination!

Chance to speak they were given.Aye all through they had chance on their doorstep but this what they said instead:

We thank you all for coming.May yours be filled too with the love and care ours has.

And the flock of sheep said,

May it be so!

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Her,

She was a barista.It was happy hour and her hands danced mechanically coming up with all forms of blend for the thirsty customers.Her mind was too foregone in thoughts that kept her company.Her well practiced smile ensured the job was hers.A surety for survival.So,why not smile more?

Each wanted his or her drink tasting different from any other.A craving of uniqueness was eating at each one of them.How she got them of her back?
Simple.

"A mocha just for you"She said this for the umpteenth time but this time she was saying it to a scruffy old man who brightened up at the magic words.

Her hands worked so swiftly as her mind travelled thousands of miles per hour.To where did it travel?How about 'what it could have been' lane.

Broken glasses, swears
I promise to change
But the change never happened
Roses and chocolate
Let's give it another shot?
More broken glasses and storming
The dance went on
The doves still cooed
Roses are red and she fled

Hate?She had none.She had simply fallen. Now she knew  that though great and dangerous,love was also susceptible to hurt.It was too late now.Her dead husband would never know that she did not put a single ounce of blame on him.Even the flawed had their own 'love matches'.Though she could not put up with his craze any longer,once not too long ago,she was his love match.

And now she had a whole new life.No ring on her finger.Freedom, another chance at life and how she swore to make it right this time.She was no sadist but how she thanked death for his demise.

"A cappuccino coming right up ma'am."She said as if that was all her mind was pondering.

Her name? How about we call her Kendra.

She was Kenny to her friends like the Grandma who owned this cosy little coffee shop.

"Kenny your shift is almost ending.Take it slow now.Fred and I will close tonight.

"I don't mind working over time Mrs James."

"Oh hush now dear and go to your darling child.I know he misses you.Grab some pastries here on your way out Kenny"

"But Mrs James...."

"No buts...Geia Kenny"

"Bye to you too Gromma."

Little him was waiting.The exact replica of his dad in terms of looks.The smug smile that made her uneasy,the doe like eyes that screamed innocence and hair dark as his father's.However, little Danny had a heart made from heaven.Kendra hoped she would not have to watch another rose turn black and wither.

Yes Kendra was a mother and how she hated it.

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