23 February 2013
I shifted, well I tried to; the heaviness weighted on me; a vague wrestling recollection with a cumbersome synbatec came to mind.
Eyes heavy, a yawn escaped me.
Sandy giggled; my eyebrows burrowed.
The early light overcast with her dancing shadow.
I shifted again –I couldn’t; a million cool particles pinned me down.
Sandy giggled.
I forced my lids open –they didn’t comply; still my eyes followed the sound of her silky voice; her eyes sparkled like morning dew under the rising sun. To my surprise, she was not near me nor was her gaze on me; her childish curiosity focused and dipped into the waves by the shore. Her fascination’s wastopaneer on me; I could learn from her enthusiasm; but I don’t bother, what’s the point on this tiny island… I pinched my eyes shut at the thought; something warm sprayed over me.
Sandy giggled.
I tried to stretch; not an inch moved. My hazy-trance-like mind, my tired eyes lay lifeless; my energy drained, my sleeps heaviness still crushing me…
Sandy giggled.
The cogs in my brain jolted; a dank pungent aroma wafted past me, sewage-like, but not quite. A strange scuttle of tiny feet, paws, hooves? Now my concentration focused on my tacise mind; I must be sleeping… I tried to shift again, wiggling my toes, my arms, everything -Nada!
Then,
just then…
my lids flapped back and locked on Sandy.
She giggled; though she’s much closer this time –a whole lot closer; she’s kneeling by where –well, on where my torso should be! My lungs constricted, the realisation set in “SANDY!” it wanted to say. She leapt onto her delicate feet –towering over me, still giggling. Sand-covered toenails painted in every colour of the prismatic rainbow in my view.
Something wet, sloshy licked my face… “Eeugh! Bounty!”
Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 2011-2013. All Rights Reserved.
~ A short story I wrote a while back... Something less dark than my usual offerings. Hope you enjoy the read.
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