a certain destiny

It was a calm day when she awoke. She had been lying in the field all night, holding close to the ground in search of a small bit of warmth.

This place was quiet, except for the caws of a few crows who had perched themselves on a fence behind her. She looked around, as if she had no idea where she was, and immediately began to scream. The buzzing sound was the worst. She heard the loud hum just before she passed from one painful soul to the next. The buzz made her scream. Her screams were loud enough to wake the dead, and that is precisely what they did.


Nobody understood what was going on. Sure lying on your deathbed, waiting to die is a traumatic experience, but Hell, she was so heavily sedated, how could have felt anything? In fact, she lay motionless the entire week prior to this, not uttering a word until this precise moment. It was as if something took over her body

Sophie was an older lady who had lived out her life in Catwins, a small south eastern town just north of here. She raised twelve children and went through three husbands in her 97 years here. A mild stroke left her confined to a bed the last few years, her condition worsening about a month ago, resulting in her being induced into a coma. Now, just a days after coming out of the coma, it was her time to go.

The screaming never stopped all night. Sophie’s children and grandchildren were upset by this, and even the doctors and all the tranquilizers they pumped into Sophie’s frail body couldn’t stop the screams. and then they were none. The spirit fought until it could fight no longer, and then it left.

She watched as the family grew near. They lay over their lost one, crying and holding each other. She smiled as she witnessed family members put aside their petty differences and pay respect to the woman responsible for their existence. And then it was over. A heavy blackness overcame her. She was lost again.

She awoke again to the buzz in the room and wondered where she was this time.

The screams came quickly. She looked around and found that she was in a hospital room. There were beds all around her, tiny beds with small babies. They were crying too, but not as loud as she was. A man came in and picked her up. He was sobbing as he brought her out to meet a lady lying in a bed. Now everyone was crying. The mother held out her arms and the doctor proceeded to pass the small child, the screaming one, to her. She held the tiny thing tightly, singing and rocking it until it calmed down. Only it didn’t calm down. It continued to scream until it could scream no more.

Now it was the mother’s turn to scream. The doctor ran to retrieve the small one from her, carrying its motionless body to another room. Now everything turned black. This one was quick and she wished that she could leave and not witness the aftermath.

The mother had to be sedated so that she could rest. After all, she had just given birth to her first child, a beautiful little girl who had only lived in this world for a few minutes.

The ground was cold this time. Usually it is warm. She curled her naked body so that she could warm up, but warmth never came. At least the buzzing stopped, at least for awhile.

A small tree was her only shelter from the freezing winds. When she managed to cover herself with the skimpy branches she broke from the tree, she had time to think. What did she do to have been punished like this? Her soul being ripped from her body and forced to co-exist with another at the time of their demise? What a torture she faced. There were so many innocent ones that she met, and died with. God knows how many more she will accompany as they leave this world.

The ground began to shake. The buzzing started once again. The blackness began to cover her world, and she was taken once again. This time she shared death with a multitude of people. This one was a painful one as well. As the walls of the gigantic buildings collapsed, hundreds of souls were intertwined with hers. She felt their hopes dwindle as they faced uncertain death. She began to scream loudly. As she hollered, her soul managed to calm the ones whose lives were about to end. It was her job to calm the tortured souls before they left this miserable world and entered a much better place. This was a painful existence, but this was her destiny.


I entered this work of fiction into Today’s Author. The Write Now Prompt for December 2, 2014 includes the line ”

She awoke again to the buzz in the room and wondered where she was this time.”


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