Περιμένω

It’s story time again!

This piece of flash fic was born from a spontanous twitt of mine, which I thought in a very spontanious way , could become a story. And there you have it , the final result written and posted for your enjoynment ! Have fun reading 🙂

 

Περιμένω*

A loud thunder shattered my windows and a lightning came in to join me for an afternoon tea. The rain watched with envy from outside.

The tea was very good.

I betted those silly little raindrops could smell the aroma from it. Almost imagine what it would be like to accidentally fall in a cup of tea, and become something more than just water. Blend with the flavor, the essence, until they no longer remember they were raindrops.

The lightning doubted that.

She thought raindrops didn’t have that much time to think, or dream before they’d hit the ground. And she couldn’t care much. She was here only for a few seconds herself; time enough for one sip of my precious beverage, before she fades away, disappearing into the late afternoon sky. But she would stay in my eyes, like an imprinted image for more than that- for hours, or day’s maybe. I’d remember her shape and that frowning face she made, and how she sipped the tea, carefully because it was too hot. Me, I was glad to have her around from time to time, when that grumpy, loud old thunder would let her come. We didn’t talk much; there was no need for it. We shared thoughts. I could read her signs, those written on her face just as well as she could read mine.

I’d always make a notice of how envy and sad those raindrops look, and she would just shrug her shoulders careless, continuing to drink the tea from the porcelain cup. And I’d smile, and tell her my own thoughts of why they are like that. One day she paused, leaving the drink slowly on the table. She had a different opinion than mine, one she wanted to speak out. They were sad and envy yes on that she agreed. “They are curious what it would be like to become human, being it only for a mere moment”. – She told me. Just like her. But they never got the chance to do so, for it was not their purpose. They were bound to fall, and die, and be gone. “They are watchers. Observing. They do not participate.” She continued. They were not children of the Gods’, like her, but only their servants. Whatever next I asked, she remained silent. Humans are not to question the decisions of the Gods. And I ceased my cravings for information, and I tamed my curiosity. I was human.

The last night she came to me, there were no signs on her face, no words in her mind. But she stayed longer, didn’t fade so quickly. And she made me a promise. “Soon I shall be a Goddess too, the descendent of my mighty father. – She said. – “Than I will come and stay for as long as you desire, my dear friend. No, I will stay for as long as you need me. I will no longer be a flash in the corner of your eye, a smile in the distance, in the gloomy night sky. I promise you that. You just wait, wait to hear the shatter of your windows from my arriving, and prepare your tea for you and me. I shall come”.

I didn’t say anything in response. She knew I would wait. She saw it in the sparkle of my eyes. She understood it in my silence.

So I sit, day by day with two cups of tea, watching the rain fall outside my windows, watching it run down the glass, and I envy it, for it comes from where she is, and I wait here, sad, forgotten and soon dead. For I am human, and she is a golden haired Goddess of the sky.

* Translation from Greek:  Περιμένω means “I wait/ I await”.



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