the sky held it’s grey color today, not an ounce of light shone, which was probably for the best. Lucien didn’t want to see anything cheerful anyway. His pride in joy was gone from his life forever, and he was the one who ended it.
Sweat and rain soaked his clothing as he trudged along the narrow road that led to the bunker where the others lived. In his hands he yielded an ax-like weapon, his focus on one thing, taking the head of their leader. At least this way he could justify killing the only thing he had to live for in this God Forsaken bitch of a planet. Hell is the only way to describe this place.
Beheading those bastards will ensure that they will never be able to do harm to his lovely Lilly. Once a head has been severed, Zions can no longer leave the planet and emerge in The Living Fields where he sent his beloved. Lucien was determined to make sure none of those monsters reach the heavenly land.
Given the dark dismal evening sky, the trip to the front door of the bunker was relatively easy to access. A few swings of his ax and no longer did he have to worry about the guards at the door. When he reached the entry to the Center Room, he realized that his appearance was anything but a surprise.
Lucien spent most of the night in shackles; his head fixed to a makeshift chopping log. He remembers passing out as the ax did its job on him. From then, everything should have ended….but it didn’t…..
To be continued….
On the coldest night in years, he held her in his arms. despite the frigid temperatures, her skin was warm to touch. Taking her head between his huge hands, he whispered into her ear. “I love you more than life itself. You will be going soon, to a place much better than this horrible existence we live in”…..
and with that, he firmly twisted her head, breaking her tiny neck. He laid her lifeless body under a rotting tree, and walked away. His feet squished in the slimy underbrush and in moments, he was gone.
You ever see an entire field filled with bright yellow dandelions? How about a bright blue sky? Quite the sight for sure. Lilly Thuckerfield never seen such a sight in all her twelve years on the planet Zion, that was for sure, but she was seeing them now.
Laying in the field with her mind filled with all the horror she experienced in her relatively short life on Zion, she was in amazement. The smells, the gentle breeze, she truly was in a much better place. Her dad was right.
Once the initial feelings of enlightenment ended, Lily attempted to get up and have a better look around, but that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon…..no longer was she a muscular twelve year old Zion woman. She was but a nine pound infant…helpless and alone. She let out a cry, and was surprised that she could no longer speak. What in the name of Zion was going on…and where (or who) was she?
to be continued..
Spring is here! It’s just buried under ten feet of snow. Despite being buried this year, March 20 still gave me hope that maybe the winter may eventually end….
This winter was heralded as ‘an old fashioned Newfoundland Winter’. I totally agree with that statement, except for one thing…we Newfies have softened over the years.
When I was a kid, winters began in November and ended somewhere near the end of May. And talk about snow! We had snowstorms almost every day. I remember on one occasion my mom warned me that if I were to go outside, be careful not to touch the bottom power line! We really had snowbanks that high.
Nowadays, when the snow blows a bit, they call it snow sqalls and cancel school. We never heard of a snow squall when I was a kid. We had days where it snowed, and days when it snowed more. On the ones that snowed more, they actually brought us to school, and then worked hard to return us home on the bus. Kids these days wouldn’t last a minute in the winters I grew up in….and I walked to school, two miles, uphill both ways….that’s what my mom used to tell me. I guess I was weak when compared to my mom and dad when they were kids.
Today was the first day warm enough to take the dogs outside and play. We had -25 last night, so the snow has a nice hard crust on it, perfect for giving the dogs a good run. I even seen a few kids outside this morning. Their video games must have broke!
Anyway, soon enough that horrible white stuff will be gone, replaced by green lawns and fishing trips….can’t wait!
While at the florist, ordering flowers for our summer wedding, my kid wanders through the store, looking around. He comes running to me, very excited. “Dad! I found the perfect father’s day gift for you. I am going to break my piggy bank and buy it for you!”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the cemetery section and points out a funeral wreath shaped like a heart, surrounded by blue flowers with the words…To Dad.
I am like….how about you wait a few years for that one…like fifty or more years.
When I explained that the wreath was for a funeral, he goes…”But it is so pretty, you sure you don’t want it?”
The store employees almost fell off their stools laughing.
Seems that everyone is posting pics of the enormous amount of snow that has fallen in their yards. I think I have everyone beat…not that I want the white stuff. By the way, if anyone wants snow, I have lots and can deliver…