Feeling pretty good, have been in a writing mood(added a Stories category too). Wanted to share this bit of something with anybody who finds this piece. I’d call this chapter…The Snake and the Pacifier. Enjoy, love feedback.
Olivia was back in her garden, surrounded by vanilla daisies and chirping birds. It was spring but the day felt more like summer. She sat on the recliner chair, observing the different cars passing by down below. She laughed at the Americans and their customs, how some families owned multiple cars but only had two drivers in the house. Above her she could barely see the sky, the towering buildings made her eighth floor balcony look like the dungeon in a medieval castle. The sun was high in the sky but only the rays reflecting off of windows reached her petals. A pail of water sat next to awakened crops and Olivia noticed that a new leaf started to sprout. She knew she had finished planting all of her seeds but this one seemed like it was rushed. The soil hadn’t been properly covered and there were signs of unnecessary tampering. “How did you end up here?” she whispered to the leaf. The breeze from the alleyway came up the fire escape and the leaf swayed as if it was responding to her. “First you need a name, I’ll call you Sophia.” This time the wind blew from above causing the leaf to twist back and forth. “No? How about…Carla. I wonder what you’ll grow to be Carla, I don’t remember planting you.” The afternoon haze began to elevate, suddenly blocking the once vibrant light. The air also carried a slight chill, one that Olivia noticed immediately. As she reached for the water pail, a plant at the end of her garden began to rustle. Followed by the one next to it, then another, as if they were shrubs joining in a ritual dance. Olivia sat up and watched as the plants continued to move, but she failed to see that the sun had faded and only the lights from occupied apartments remained. The wind was now howling yet the plants had stopped moving, except for the unknown seed. Olivia reached for her water pail and underneath the glare of her glasses caught sight of a glimmer buried in the earth. As she began to lean in the wind immediately disappeared and the earth began to move. Except it wasn’t earth, and the glimmer was actually the light bouncing off of black eyes. A forked tongue appeared next to the baby leaf and Olivia knew exactly what had found it’s way into her garden. The serpent laid coiled up around the flower, his scales emitting a deep twilight blue, as if he came straight from the heavens. Her heart knew fear but her hands knew to be still, realizing that snakes only reacted to quick movements. Suddenly the coils began to unravel and the snake rose to lock eyes with Olivia, her hand still outstretched. The creature then began to wrap itself around her arm, eventually traveling to her shoulder. It rested it’s head on her collarbone, she could feel the gaps between his scales across her skin. Olivia took a deep breath and began to pray, closing her eyes in hopes that the snake would disappear once she opened them again. He didn’t. Instead he moved closer to her neck, coming just under her earlobe. The forked tongue finding its way to the hairs on the back of her neck, and then he did something that neither Olivia nor God could’ve predicted. He whispered to her in a childlike voice, “This seed may not be mine, but you will never hold it.” There was a baleful tone resonating within his voice and Olivia watched as the last remaining lights turned off. It was impossibly dark, so dark that she couldn’t feel the snake on her arm anymore. Then she realized that he wasn’t, for there are some darknesses that even the devil can’t handle. Olivia collapsed in her garden, crushing her plants in the process. Her chest tightened and an overdue scream escaped her lungs. She shrieked into the night, mixing together curses and cries, unsure if she was directing them towards the snake, God…or herself. Her tears began to fall on the baby leaf and within seconds the seedling was a full fledged flower. The petals began to glow, purple hues danced across Olivia’s cheeks. It was as if the flower was beckoning her, asking to feel the warmth of her hand. Olivia retracted her hand, fearing that the serpent would return and make good on his warning but his presence could no longer be felt. She reached forward, and the tip of her finger kissed the edge of the flower. It burst open, revealing intricate crimson and navy designs on the petals. In the middle, a plastic toy appeared. It had a rubber top that resembled a bottle and it opened up further to reveal two wings. For a second Olivia thought it was a butterfly that had been forcefully awakened but she knew she had seen this before. It had been many years since then but any parent would recognize it as well. She adjusted her glasses and watched as a pacifier came into focus. The light from the pacifier continued to radiate until it hurt to stare. Her whole vision became white and intense, even as she attempted to shut her eyes. She awoke in her bed, the clock read 3 A.M. A dream. Olivia draped herself in a robe and walked to her daughters room. Her bedroom smelled like mothballs and overly sweet perfume; but the walls were decorated with beautiful designs, navy and crimson swirling together creating a faint purple that found it’s way under Olivia’s eyes once more.