Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Homecoming

So. I thought I'd give Ryan some well deserved rest for a little while. Plus this is an attempt at longer piece for fiction after a long, long time. It's written for Mid-week-blues-buster. Check it out!

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She revved up the engine. There was a spray of gravel as she screeched out of the driveway, dark sunglasses covering her moist eyes and a carefree smirk camouflaging the turmoil within. She turned up the radio-until the very windows reverberated- and pressed the accelerator down harder. The suffocating city traffic soon dispersed and she found herself driving on an uncannily familiar road. She switched off the air-con and rolled down the windows breathing in the smell of freshly cut hay and wet soil. Her blackberry started vibrating on the dashboard but she couldn't care less.
Where are you?
The message blinked.
Purgatory. She thought of replying but didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath and stared straight ahead.
A few turns but eons later she spotted the building. Time seemed to slow as she took one faltering step after another to the crumbling building in the distance. It hadn't changed much. The saplings she had planted had morphed into tall trees; the immaculate garden was not-so-immaculate anymore; the roof was nothing more than broken planks supported by ropes. But it hadn't changed much. The feeling of love hung in the air and somehow it blanketed the vibe of abandonment that otherwise radiated from the building.
She didn't knock. She never did. A gust of dampness and a burst of emotions almost knocked her back, but she resisted and walked to the far end of the hallway-beyond cobwebs and dusty walls; beyond old portraits and desolate walls; beyond her real life- and right into history.
Sunlight poured in through the half open window of the shack, illuminating not so much the occupants of the room as memories of a time long gone. The old lady with the wrinkled face looked up from her knitting, finally acknowledging her presence and just like she had always greeted her, she whispered, "Welcome home, Anna," and broke down crying.

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