Along the Starlit Way
Calmly she closed the lid, and moved away. Looking behind her as she walked she almost missed her step, in the darkness, and stumbled slightly. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark, yet it was no easy feat to see clearly in the half light.
As she continued, she wondered when that lid would be opened again. Not for a long time, she hoped, a very very long time. I’ll be long in my grave, with any luck, she thought to herself, now leaving by the unlocked gate. If any of them find out before. Well, she shivered at the thought of it.
This, along with the darkness, turned her mind to her life, and her mortality. “Long in my grave”, she repeated out loud, but softly. Her own voice startled her in the smooth silence of the moon light. Another, what? twenty years, maybe thirty. Good God, she shuddered, another thirty years of this. Her shoulders slumped at the thought of it.
Heading across the wide open field, now, her thoughts turned again, this time to more prosaic things. A long walk ahead, the stars would be fading by the time she arrived. Why do I bother, why have I done this, she mused, wearily.
She knew why. They all knew why.
In the far, far distance, a dog barked wildly, and she realised, right there and then, that this was it. The thirty years she couldn’t face. Just get to the end of this week, when it will all be in place, she thought.
Then they will be able to open that lid much, much sooner. They will be pleased.
Today I wrote between 18:56 and 19:06. I was prompted by an idea here.
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