SpineOut : October 2014
Sophie I had been waiting for so long and the park was nearly empty when I was surprised by my daughter, Lizzy, who came running to me and leapt into my arms. The trees swayed and whispered in the breeze and minutes went by as we just stood there sobbing. When Lizzy finally pulled away, I couldn’t help but notice a delicate gold chain hanging around her neck. I pushed the thought aside as I looked up to the now setting sun. I knew it was going to get cold soon and my sundress wasn’t going to keep me warm. The trees continued whispering as we walked away, hand in hand, heading towards my car. Lizzy’s necklace swung back and forth as we walked and I smiled to myself as I saw the pendant on the chain. As she opened the door to my car Lizzy reached up and tugged her pendant lightly. Horrible memories flashed past my eyes as I saw the scars that peeked over the top of her sleeve. Before I realized, she was standing in front of me expectantly and I was saying, ‘Lizzy? Umm ... your father is being released from jail.’ Jade It was too cold sitting at the table in the air-conditioned coffee shop. Outside, so many people were talking and laughing. There was a little Christmas tree in the corner of the coffee shop, its decorations moving slightly every time the door opened. Through the window I could see a cloud drift in front of the sun, making everything a little bit darker and colder. I looked at my hand and saw my ring, I smiled at the memory of when I first got it. Someone walked in the door and for a few seconds, the dull noise of people talking and laughing became louder, before returning to background noise when the door closed. I looked over at the Christmas tree, it looked almost as unsteady on its feet as I was. I started fidgeting with my ring and knew that I was getting nervous. The door opened again and a familiar face came through the door, her large brown eyes, exactly the same as mine. She sat down across from me and with a not-so-subtle note of bitterness in my voice, I said, 'So tell me mother, how was your trip?' Georgia A biting wind blew out my hair as I stood high up on the tiled roof. As she drew closer I listened carefully, my sensitive ears picking up the dull thunk of shoes on tile. My eyes were glued to the shimmering key in between us, it would soon be mine. A distant rumble of thunder could be heard and the sky was slowly darkening. I discreetly reached my hand inside my jacket and felt reassured when my hand closed around the dagger. My eyes briefly drifted from the key, the sound of her shoes growing louder with each step. Again I focused on the key, all those years of hard work would finally pay off. Sliding my dagger from the concealed pocket of my jacket, I held it loosely in my hand. I now focused entirely on her approach, my eyes briefly skipped to the tattoo on her shoulder, the mark of a traitor. 'So darling,' she said with a snarl, 'you have finally come to join us.'