In continuation with the exercises for this week, this entry is about the scene which would follow in my story ‘The Journey’. I published the story via Storybird and so I have pasted just the text below for ease of comprehensibility.
The Journey
By Rob Martz
‘Sirius, we must get
there before midnight!’ Said Rob while gently letting him know he appreciated
his taking him to Tor’s place after his ordeal - losing his first love, Elsa
had clearly broken his heart.
Sirius knew how much
Rob loved him and how he’d never considered him a pet, but his own family, the
son he never had. Sirius would do anything for him as they were one soul.
They flew over
mountains and down dark valleys, past meadows and through forests. They rode
storms and fought lighting, delighted in gentle whirlwinds and glided over
their own worries feeling strong in each other’s company.
‘Thank you, thank
you, thank you!’ Thought Rob while feeling Sirius’ heartbeat. ‘Thank you for
allowing me to be part of your life!’
Sirius felt Rob’s
warmth and love, and almost supernaturally embraced Rob, feathers as shields
all round him, as if trying to protect him from the stabbing wind.
‘Thank Goodness!’
Thought Rob as he saw the city in the distance. ‘We’re almost there!’ They
couldn’t wait any longer to be reunited with Tor. It had been a long journey fraught
with perils and loneliness kept at bay by Rob and Sirius’ love.
Tor knew Rob and
Sirius were near. He could feel it in his heart. 18 years had passed and he was
still very much one with Rob. He’d brought Sirius into their lives when he was
only 45 days old and had never regretted one single day spent with him. Sirius
was meant to be part of their lives and had come to them to fulfil his destiny.
‘I’ll wait for them outside’ He thought filled with joy.
Anticipation filled
Tor’s heart as he struggled not to laugh out loud at the silly happiness that
was flooding his senses. He could not let those emotions show, he was too manly
to let them transpire. ‘It would not be appropriate’ He thought.
What would his
parents say? Showing such emotion would not be appropriate of a man in such
traditional culture. All the same, as Tor looked down into the valley, his eyes
searching for Rob and Sirius, a sense of happiness and joy filled him up and
translated into tangible hope. ‘Fly high, Sirius, come home!’ He shouted. ‘Elsa
is not gone, but simply waiting for you in a better place and watching over you
till you meet again’, he thought with tears of joy filling up his eyes. ‘Come
home, come to me!’ He thought so loudly the garden rejoiced.
‘Sirius!’ Tor
shouted, his voice trembling with joy. ‘Rob!’ He thought again so loudly Rob
heard him. All this time waiting seemed like seconds thanks to the joy that
filled the air. Tears ran down their cheeks and filled up their hearts. Not one
word uttered and yet a whole story was told in the rib-breaking hug that welded
the three of them together, in the soft metal-bending touch they shared, in
three heart beats shouting in unison: ‘We’re finally together and ready to face
our future’. They felt invincible!
THE SCENE
Sirius was hungry
and Rob knew it so he touched Sirius’ head lovingly and encouraged him to fly
away to fix himself a nice meal. Rob had tried in the past providing him with
snacks which Sirius did not seem to appreciate so they both had early
understood nurturing was a task Sirius was happier to look into.
It had been a while
since the last time Rob had been to the cottage and so as he walked in his
happiest memories came to life thanks to the love that permeated every corner.
The fire was on and the crackling replicated laughter and joyful voices of the
past; the air was warm and sweet, and announced a feast of roast vegetables and
freshly homemade bread to come. The flowers by the fire-dogs were perky and
joyful almost saying hello with their sweet perfume in the prime of their youth
without paying attention to their already decided short existence. Two wooden
plates with matching goblets rested ready under the flickering light of candles
at the centre of the table. Rob stopped by the chair closest to the window and
resting his hands on the carved shoulders he remembered Tor chiseling every
inch. The smooth edges of the intricate designs reminded him of Tor’s patience
and lasting love. Those red oak back rests fitted harmoniously the cherry and
African mahogany seats and sturdy legs. The open space kitchen was cozy and
inviting. The copper pots and pans hanging by the ceiling swung delicately like
Tai-Chi monks playing tiny crystal cymbals in the air. Tor was busy orchestrating
dinner under them and every now and then would raise his hands as if to
increase them tempo and invite them to join the concert on the kitchen counter.
Dinner was ready and
a buffet of colour made Rob’s eyes delirious and stomach happy! Orange, red,
violet, yellow and pink mixed nicely together in a vegetable stew that
hypnotised the senses. Tender carrots slices in a think tomato gravy decorated
with aubergine strips, potato dices and Armeria Maritima Rosea petals. A
mouth-watering sight which Rob struggled not to throw himself into. ‘Tor’, he
thought. ‘End this torture, please!’.
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