Lake of tears...

          The path curved into a slight arc and she walked down it, her sleek brownish-black hair sweeping the warm ground. Even being a human, the earthen floor felt like velvet beneath her feet, and her eyes scanned the scene ahead her. Fairly calm, she thought, letting her feet drag against the soil.

 She turned back down the path, leading to a small cottage not bigger than a backyard garden. Even though it was little, she loved it more than her own life. How could she not? It had kept a roof over her head for more than two years now and created a shelter against rain, snow and cold.

She entered the house and put a pot of water to boil. As always, she was wet and it was raining heavily. A thick blanket kept her warm and she sipped her tea. The glass window faced the glorious woods and she stared at it, fixing her eyes on one particular tree….

Why does it look as if it is trying to say something? She waved that thought away, thinking about something else. She moved her attention to missing her parents. Both her parents had died in an accident two years while at school. She had an uncle who sent her money just enough for her to live alone. Being 14-years-old, who could blame her?

The tiny cottage shook slightly, as the fierce rain battled against the powerful wind, howling like a pack of wolves. Raindrops beat the outside of the hut with rage and she was quivering a lot, and she thanked God for keeping her a cover on her little head.

A quick rap came from the door and she wondered, who could be outside at this time of the night and storm? She opened the door quickly to give the person a shelter and it turned out to be an old woman! “Please come in! “She exclaimed, assuring her in. She went into the kitchen to get a pot of tea ready for the aged lady. “What are you doing, in this cold?” No response. She asked again. No response. After that she just kept quiet and let the woman drink her tea. During this silence, she noted how the woman looked. She was beautiful, no that seemed like an understatement. She was beyond beautiful, more like mesmerizing. Even with the wrinkles, her skin looked like satin and her elderly eyes dazzled in the light. They shone and her face was really attractive and she wore a kind of trousers with a shawl on.

“What is your name child?” the old said, her voice barely above a whisper. She said “Sasha….”with her head down, eyes staring at the floor. Who was this woman? And what does she want?

 Rest will be posted

on the 30-09-2010