tinceygirl
The heavy quilt lay upon her lap. Her wrinkled hands smoothed it out, carefully. She smiled a toothless smile, remembering the times she had had. She remembered her children, long grown, crawling about her as she scolded them for disrupting her stitching. She grinned and chuckled as she recalled her husbands face the day he spilt his coffee on the newly finished blanket, and how mad she had been. She smiled because this quilt, and those memories, were all she had left. And they were all she really needed. She was content.
Everything around me was clear. The walls, the ceiling, even the shackles that bound me to the translucent floor. Everywhere around me, through the clear walls, and under my clear floor, and above me in my clear ceiling, was people just like me. Well...as close to me as they could be. These people were simple citizens, probably accused of something stupid like walking on the grass in a public area (made illegal two years before now), or staring to long at the guards that patrolled our lands. I, on the other hand, was the real criminal. Assassination, what I was trained for since my birth high in the mountains of Walkile, was my accusation. They had no idea how guilty I was...or how much more guilty I was going to be.
She looked, or tried to thought the tears, through the thick, bulletproof glass between her and Mark. What could she do? He sat, hunched, sickly, pale. There was nothing, nothing she could do. She was a helpless heap of sorrow, incapable of helping the only person she loved.
I sat in the living room and watched mama. She slit open the letter carefully so`s not to rip the precious paper. As she took out the letter, her eyes widened.
"Oh, Glory Be!" she exclamed," A letter from yer papa little gurl. Ain`t you excited now?"
Well, no, i was not. I had never seen my papa. Nor my brother. Nor my sister. They had all moved away when i was just bout born. Mama put her foot down and told papa that he didnt care bout a pregnant woman and an unborn child. She said that he either stayed and waited for her to drop me or he would never see her face again. Well, he left; with my sister and brother and all the money my mama had ever owned. So no. I was not excited to recieve a letter from my papa.