She took a deep breath to steady herself. The curtains were shut in front of her, the stage and audience beyond. Her limbs became loose and limber as she worked through her warm up routine and waited for her cue.
This was the final test for her. After tonight she was free and could go where she wanted. She could travel to the desserts in the far south. She could go north, try and find her family. After all this time, they probably wouldn’t be there. After what happened, they probably weren’t even alive.
The music soared and her cue arrived. She took a step forward and the curtains opened.
The incessant creaking of wood and ropes combined with the rush of the ocean to produce a noise that made it difficult to hear when below decks. Although the ship was state of the art, she couldn’t help fear curling through her gut.
Wiping her clammy hands on her dress, she looked up at the sky visible through the hatch above her. It was a blue as it had been the day she left behind everything. Hope had filled her heart then, and it grew as the horizon spread before her. Months had passed since that day, when it was only supposed to be weeks. Morale was almost non-existent and she had heard the murmurings of the crew against the captain for nights on end. Something was going to break sooner rather than later and she wasn’t sure which way it would go.
When I met you I had no idea what would happen. It was an average day as I hauled the buckets up and down the stairs. You barely looked at me as you passed, so I ignored you in return. The next time I saw you though, was when I was being whipped and you intervened. You walked me to the kitchen where Amity cleaned my wounds. After that you smiled at me when you saw me. All of a sudden you didn’t seem so horrible. Then you spoke to me. Just little things here and there, but enough that I could see you actually cared. When I walked in on you one day, looking as though you were bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders, I realised things had changed. I think you did too. You looked at me, all brown eyes and stress, and you reached for me. I held you as you poured it out. After that we were closer, and I began to hope. I don’t know why. It never stood a chance, but as time went on a curl of hope unfurled in my chest. Then you came home from the ball with her on your arm. She is a beautiful inside as she is out, and you looked at her like she hung the moon. Things didn’t weigh as heavily on you after that. It got serious very quickly, and the hope withered. It hurt, but watching you fall in love made something in me smile. So watching you on your wedding day, a grin ear to ear, I took a deep breath and finally let you go.
So I’m still terrible at publishing here, so I challenging myself. Everyday I am going to publish a short para/response to a writing prompt. All the prompts are from here. So here is the first one:
Outside the window
Stars stretched across the midnight sky. Tiny pinpricks of light that were inconsequential by themselves, but when viewed together, they produced a sight that counteracted the cold breeze meandering through the field. Her chest expanded, as though she was trying to breathe in the calmness. No clouds met her eyes as she continued to stare at the sky and the temperature continued to drop. The new moon left the area shrouded in darkness, creating both a sense of security and unease. Just as she hid in the dark, so could other things. Far more dangerous things that could use the darkness to their advantage.
As to the future of the blog, I’m on uni break so fingers crossed I’ll start updating regularly.