Decided to post one story everyday till the end of the week. So here’s the first piece.
Something wicked is on the way!
The winds of change
Kathy rode her old blue bike on the way home from aunt Gemma’s. It was a hot, hot year and a hot, hot month, maybe the hottest Kathy ever remembered and she thought the home-made jams aunt Gemma had given her might boil in their jars with red caps.
The pedals were a bit rusty from the last time Kathy had used her bike, but since Jonah, her brother, was away with the car the fastest way to get from one point to another around here was this.
And Kathy didn’t mind the exercise or the dusty roads, the whispering crops and the moos! of the cows. Her soul felt light and her mind was clear.
Soon she would be home for some cold lemonade, a good book, probably Jane Eyre since she always wanted to read it, and the rest of the day spent outside on the porch, sitting on the swing with comfy apple green cushions.
Then suddenly her plans were interrupted by a rapid change in the weather.
As Kathy neared her home and could see the window of her room, a strong blow of wind chased after her, whistling and swooshing and could that be laughter? The trees shook and quivered in a compilation of wild bows and their still green leafs were torn with violence and scattered in sky and earth. Kathy suddenly felt small and vulnerable in the presence of this wind. She rode faster, caring less about the clinking pots of jam in her bag hung on the right handlebar.
She reached the house safely, left the bike outside and before going in took a look behind her back. There was something coming fast and furious. Kathy rushed inside.
“Mama? Mama?” Kathy called out
Her mother came down the stairs.
“What’s the matter?”
“Mama, did you hear the wind?”
“Yes. What about it?” Kathy’s mother raised an eyebrow.
“It’s…different somehow. I know it may sound weird, but I thought I heard it laugh!”
“Don’t be ridiculous child! That’s only your imagination. It’s just a wind like any other.”
“But” insisted Kathy “ it doesn’t feel right! This one is somehow old” Kathy’s expression changed. Her gaze floated, starring somewhere beyond her house, somewhere beyond herself. She continued.
“It has traveled long and gathered up other winds on its way. They all are coming here for some reason. They will want something from here.” Kathy looked back at her mother “I’m afraid mama, I’m afraid something bad is about to happen.” Kathy hugged herself and gazed at the floor.
Her mother smiled and caressed her daughter’s cheek.
“Kathy, listen to me. There is nothing to worry about. It’s just a normal wind, which though might bring some rain and I’ve just washed the sunflower rug. Why don’t you go bring it in? In the meantime I’ll put those jams where they belong and have we can some lemonade after. Okay?”
Kathy shrugged and nodded. Her mother didn’t believe her. But then again Kathy wasn’t making much sense. She couldn’t properly express this growing fear in her. It was difficult to describe since she had never felt anything like it. Something was indeed about to begin.
She went outside, cautiously looking around, prepared for the worst but found only her mama’s rug gone and the old wind not alone but accompanied by now many others, all here, all whispering and roaring, banging on the windows, slamming the doors. Kathy listened to their voices, from far and near, low or loud, but all saying one. Her eyes widened and her heart pounded in her chest.
She shivered and went back inside, locking the door, running up the wooden stairs to her room, her private sanctuary.
She sat on the bed and rocked back and forth thinking that winds shouldn’t gather up like this. She bit her lower lip and felt like crying for not knowing how to handle what was happening, how to deal with it.
“Winds are not supposed to speak such horrid stories!” she whimpered. Nor were they supposed ask her…ask her….
Kathy gulped, jumped off the bed and closed the curtains, ignoring the winds and their foul language. She hoped they will just go away after not receiving what they want. Kathy was sure not going there again!
Kathy stood there, confused, not sure what to do. The winds were circling her house, singing songs which chilled her bones.
She shook her head.
Then she took “Jane Eyre” from the book shelf and sat down on her bed.
She had always wanted to read it anyways.