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|The Wall, A Christmas Story (standard:Flash, 434 words) [1/3] show all parts|
|Author: GreyBeard||Updated: Jan 24 2006||Views/Reads: 1895/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This flash-fiction entry is part of a somewhat longer piece "Another Side of Life" about death, resurrection, power and beauty with a twist.|
"The Wall, A Christmas Story." That night, that horrible night, that they brought Nick back - I sat for the longest time – and stared at my wall - it was gray, yesterday, and grainy – sort of sad looking - crumbling and old just like Nick – but it was eternal too just like all the rest of this endless nightmare. I think I must have cried for awhile – sobbing to myself – trying to control my temper – trying to not just reach out and remove them – walls and all – the temptation was so great. In my mind I could imagine the horror in their eyes – almost taste it – it was - so - so tempting. But I hold on – for their sake – my captors. God was with me, comforting me, soothing down the inner flames – even when they joked about fixing up the wall – the gray wall – my wall. Even when they smeared Nick all over the wall – my wall – covering up the gray with his red blood - they thought that was funny – so very funny. But I didn't let go – I just cried and prayed for them, for more strength. It's so hard not to hate them, not to want to kill them. For just the briefest of instants, just a flicker of time really - there was small flash, just a little slip – and all cockroaches died. You see I had focused on one of them, it was crawling over a small piece of Nick that had fallen to the floor – that bothered me – it made me a little sad and yet a little mad too - and well – then there weren't any left - anywhere - anytime - not even one. I had thought when they killed his reindeer that I wouldn't be able to stand it, the rage had boiled up – ready to serve – piping hot – but I held on – I had to help the children and all the little ones. Later ... the wall is grey again – my wall is clean – I fixed it – I reached out and changed it ever so slightly – I could hear the atoms singing – the music of the spheres – the rhythm of my wall – here inside. You see I couldn't let all those children down – I didn't do it out of hate but out of love – I just rearranged it – so Nick and his deer would yet fly again and I didn't forget this time – I put all the bugs back too. And now I'm safe again here – behind the wall, safe from all of them, safe behind my wall. But I haven't forgotten them. Tweet
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