She felt the night air blowing around her face. It was cold and sharp and slightly damp from the nearby river. Lying there in the grass she could still smell that fresh cut smell as she inhaled and the thin blades swaying in the breeze tickled her face as they danced under the stars.
It was peaceful here, she thought, out on the edge of town all the hustle and bustle had faded away with the last of the daylight. Disappearing in the night to recharge ready for the early morning sun. Exhaling slowly she sat herself up hugging her legs as she noticed for the first time how cold it was and gave in to the shiver that crept through her body.
She swept her tumbling blonde locks up into a bobble and checked the time glaring off the bright iPhone screen in front of her. It was later than usual yet not too late but she knew she make a move soon. She wouldn’t be missed yet but she needed time to think. to clear her head, take it all in.
She could feel him everywhere, around her, above her. It was comforting, yet slightly unnerving too. She couldn’t quite get her head around it. So much to take in, but already knowing. Confirmation proving too much, she needed to get away to her special place. Tucked away in dunes overlooking the concrete guard of the river, rising up too to protect her and anyone else who needed it. Her very own lush green sanctuary.
Suddenly she heard the noise, the sound distracting and pulling her quickly from inside her thoughts, back to the world and to him. The sound had to be him, almost angelic and ethereal in nature, nothing of this earth could make that noise. She reached out onto the earth beneath her pushing herself onto her feet. Turning as she done so angling herself to the noise to hear it clearer, focus and tune in. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her shivering body ‘I’m ready’ she whispered ‘I’m ready’.
An original short story/prose written by Tracey Bowden and first featured on the blog One Frazzled Mum filed in the Fiction category.