A scream filled the air, at first I didn't realize it, but it was my own. A whimper escaped my lips, and the pain made the seconds feel like hours. The pain ebbed and died away just as a light flickered on over the right of me. Adrenaline swirled through my veins, giving me the strength to crawl to my knees. That hurt. The pain reminded me of the time when I was six and had jumped from the rafters in the barn, it had been broken then. I was pretty sure it was broken now too.
But... the light. There was a light now. A beacon. I could get home, it wasn't too far away. It could even mean that Mama's migraine was over. There was help. With new determination, I pushed onward to the house. The lashing rain was a dull buzz now. Smaller than an annoyance compared to the pain in my ankle. I focused all my attention to getting to the back door, I didn't even notice the car that had returned in the driveway. It felt like forever but at last the door was there. A solid, sturdy old thing that had lived through two generations and such, had gathered almost it's own personality. My trembling hands fumbled with the smooth handle as it opened it made a old man groan. Like saying, fine. Come in and get dry, but don't you even think about trekking that rain water thorough my house, I smiled a little bit at the familiarity of it but then my ankle pulsed in a reminder as to why I was so desperate to get inside.
"Mama!!" I yelled dragging my foot in behind me. "Mama, I need help. My foot hurts and the cows are missing in the storm!"
There was a dead ominous silence. It was a silly thing, silence. Something you don't put much thought into. But it was a scary thing too, filled with promises of ugly things that your mind can concur up. But I was in no mood or shape to hear the warning that the dead house was giving off.
"Mama?" I called, this time in confusion. Even at the most painful, migraines never kept Mama from talking. If she wanted to talk (which she always did) then she would talk.
She's still upstairs, some silly hopeful part of me whispered. "Mama?" I called again, feeling a little bit like a lost chick.
I dragged myself across the kitchen and to the stairway. I heard the gentle sobs of someone trying to keep them hidden. "Mama, are you all right?"
There was something at the bottom of the stairs. An unrecognizable lump. A wet one, too. Liquid, I was guessing, water pooled around it. As I drew closer I realized what it was.
Not a lump.
A body.
Mama's.
How's that for a cliff hanger??? Sorry It's been a while since, I've written anything. I'm just not in the mood for it so much anymore. Don't get me wrong. Writing, I love. Blogs can get tiresome. Really, this blog is supposed to be about me, right? Well, let me tell you one thing. I get enough of me when I'm not writing. Plus, the little monkey found a new computer game and has been hogging it every second he can.
I'll post again soon hopefully.
Later.
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