Arms folded on the window sill as sad brown eyes watch the snow fall relentlessly. So much for spring break and getting to the airport,
flustered she flung herself on the couch and sighed loudly.
“No matter how loudly you groan,” Her dad smiled. “You are at the mercy of the weather.”
“It’s not fair you know.” She whined. “I had big plans with my friends and now they are ruined..RUINED!”
“It’s not the end of the world Charlotte.” Her mother chimed in.
“I am pretty sure my social life is nonexistent after this.” Charlotte threw her phone down. “Not even cell service is available.”
“Yeah we noticed that there was no media available right now.” Said her father. “But I am sure it is due to lines being down.”
“You can quit pouting and come put a puzzle together.” Suggested mother.
Charlotte let out a small scream. “I am in crisis and you want to put puzzles together!”
“Knock it off and get over here and make the best of it.”
Charlotte saw the scary tone in her mothers’ face and complied.
“Honey come join us.” Invited mother.
Charlotte saw her dad standing still at the window, his cup shattered against the floor.
Cold and alone it sat, forgotten by even time itself. Wispy fingers wrapped about the charred post, as she swept lightly over the thick layer of ash and dust. None dared enter her domain after the fire took the home. Countless hours she sat at the windows as the world changed about her. The occasional mortal would catch her dancing among the ashes as she tried to appease the angry corpse that lay beneath. A small glimmer of light shone through the cracked brick and she sat there mesmerized by the small creation. Green curls rose up out of the ash and she smiled and was freed.
Vibrations flowed through the dark attic floorboards and its eye fluttered open. Light filtered through the cracks and the eye searched for the cause of the disturbance. It spied the family looking about joyously at their new purchase. Frustrated at being awoken she flitted from crack to crack, disturbed by the new hosts invading her home. Dust that lay thick upon the old floor become obscured and tangled. Her long fingers wiped away age as she peered into a smaller bedroom. The small child stood at the window and for a moment looked up at the crack. She quickly sat up in disbelief, could this one sense her? Her frail hands clasped together in joy, it had been to long since there had been a believer in the home. She glided to her hiding spot and curled up and lay amused. Company had been so slight lately, tonight I will have to introduce myself to these intruders.
Dark blue fabric mixed with oil shone on the smooth steel when applied. As the rag was drawn back and forth, It glistened with well kept pride as aged old hands dabbed the last drops from the instruments body. The cloth and oil were placed back in the dark walnut box and exchanged for a special solution for the lenses that released a mist he longed for everyday. Taking the red cloth out he smoothed out the streaks and polished the glass to perfection. Once his tools were placed back in the box he adjusted the settings on the knobs and watched his love.
It started out as innocent as can be. No side effects, no warnings were visible among the creatures. At first the furry pests were nothing more than like the mice in the fields or roaches in the kitchen. “Just another undiscovered wonder!” scientists claimed.
Even the brilliant people were quick to place the blame on the simple folk, especially when things started going terribly wrong. Mind you these things didn’t seem so smart at first and then you could tell they were watching and learning from us. Eventually they emboldened their presence into our everyday lives and simply overtook them.
Windows were shuttered as the sun fell from the sky and gray mist rolled in upon the town. The breath of innocence held tight in mothers arm, as the night rolled in on blackened hooves. Silken mane shone white as it passed under the candles light. The braver peasants kept watch on the passer by that danced upon the cobble streets. He stopped short of the village green, his breath invoked the fog that enveloped the grounds. She lay bound and pristine among the pumpkins and gifts left before the village church. Her eyes fixated to the horned figure that stepped into the torch light , as she squirmed against her tight bonds. The spiral horn came within inches of her heart and her scream pierced the night.
Light dawned upon the small town and the villagers gathered by the well, She sat quietly stroking the creatures neck.
she smiled. “So many we have sacrificed to them.” the unicorns head hit the ground as she rose. “Time to sell the secret to the highest bidder.
“Lina, Wake up, wake up Lina!”
Her eyes blurred open and the shadows cleared as she found her mother shaking her.
“Is everything okay, mother.” Yawned Lina.
Her mothers eyes always so sad, patted her on the head then walked to the window.
Lina jumped out of bed and joined her. “Can I play with the other children today?”
Mother looked down at her and shook her head. “Not today.”
Lina slumped back onto her bed. “When can I go outside?” she groaned. “I hate this room and I want a friend.”
“You know we have this discussion everyday.” She pulled her daughters uniform from the closet. “Now get ready we have much to do today.”
“We always have lots to do everyday.” As Lina pulled the jumpsuit on. “When is daddy coming home?”
Lina cringed at the dark look her mother gave her.
“Sorry mother, I just miss him so much.”
Lina was scooped up into a hug and her tears became hot rivers down her cheeks. “Mother it is happening again please don’t go.”
The room became orange and the reds lit every corner, she barely heard the alarms as she watched the ashen face disappear into the light.
Expertly the wires and mesh bonded and formed together as delicate fingers wove the metal and bone into place. Fervent eyes blinked back beads of sweat that trickled down a furrowed brow, so intent on the creation unfolding within the forge. Blackened tongs unfurled the beasts head as it emerged from the pit and the Icosahedron rolled and lay still beneath the creators feet.
“Not yet little one.” As the creatures head was released back into the fire.” I must commend you on finding me so early in your life.” He hissed.
“So few make it this far.” He turned to face her with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry my child it will all be over soon.”
The hustle and bustle of the day quieted as the streets went dark; and the moon highlighted bits of statues that adorned the public square. Water stilled as the blackness overtook its surface from the light that once warmed it. Candles quickly became extinguished as the blood moon rose fully to the sky. Denizens huddled in safe rooms as hooves clicked upon aged stone that traveled throughout the city. A curious soul ventured bravely to the window despite her parents pleas, their sorrow mourned when the protector sun returned.
Crazy Management can drive you insane, especially if they act like different people everyday. One day they will be nice and let you do your job, the next day a total switch of personality. The second day of my job I made two small mistakes on an order and instead of teaching me how to fix or explain how to do the job correctly, they decided that I would not go near that section again until I could be trusted. I couldn’t even get a straight answer on if I was hired or not. So by the fifth day of uncertainty I took another job offer and pretty sure I made the right decision here.