Thursday, January 17, 2019

rain...

This month, the memory of rain is hosting Words for Wednesday. Words for Wednesday was started by Delores and now is hosted by various bloggers. The aim is to encourage you to write - a poem, a story, a song or whatever comes to you - using some or all of the prompts.

     Skye woke in the darkness and was momentarily confused.  Where was she?  What had woken her?  Then she heard it again, a soft tapping at the hotel door.
     "Skye?"
     It was her mother's voice and she fumbled for the switch on the lamp next to the bed.  Blinded as the light came on, she realized she had leaned too far over to turn it on and fell out of bed with a loud thud.  She heard started voices outside the door, then someone turning a key in locked door.  Pulling the covers over herself, she sat up and looked over the bed at the shocked faces of the front desk manager and her mother.
     "Oh my goodness, dear!  Are you alright?"
     "Yes, mutter.  I'm fine, just not quite awake yet.  What time is it?"
     "It's nearly noon, and I was worried when you didn't answer your phone."
     "Well, it was a long flight, the ride on the trains were long, and a long journey overall.  I was tired.  I guess I didn't hear it ringing."
     "We've been knocking for almost an hour too."
     "I suppose I was jet lagged, and still trying to get accustomed to the time difference."
     "It's going to rain today and I wanted us to see some of the town before we needed to open our umbrellas that would keep us from seeing some of the cathedrals outside.  I also wanted a chance to talk to you to find out why you changed your mind about coming."
     "Did you say it was going to rain?  How odd.  I was having nightmares about chasing storms and floods when I slept on the flight over and when I fell asleep on the trains."
     Skye's mother sat on the edge of the bed, and Skye got up off the floor with the covers wrapped around her and sat next to her.
     "Darling, is everything alright?  What was so urgent that it couldn't wait until I was home?  I wish you hadn't used your savings to come.  Couldn't you have just called?"
     "No.  I needed to see you.  I can't explain it.  I just felt this sense of fear and urgency to come see you right away, before ..."
     "Before?"
     "Before it rained."
     Skye's mother raised her eyebrows sharply, and her mouth fell open.  "I don't understand."
     "I don't either, mutter.  All I know is that it was something I had to do."
     "Is everything alright at home?  With your job?  Are you under any stress?"
     "Yes, everything is fine at work.  There was just ..."
     "Just what, dear?"
     "Something strange happened at the house.  And there was a phone call."
     Skye told her about the music and the voices in the attic that made her remember the story of her great grandparent's romance.
     "And the phone call?  Who was that from?"
     "It was a man named Dakota.  He said he was from the reservation, and that he was a faith healer who had visions.  He had seen me at the museum a while ago, and said that his recent vision was meant for me."
     "Oh, don't tell me that you believed him!?!  Was he trying to convince you to give him money?"
     "No, it wasn't like that.  He didn't ask me for anything, although I was charmed that he remembered me so well from the museum.  When he explained more about who he was, I remembered seeing him also, but we were never formally introduced."
     "Is he a nice looking man?"
     "Yes, he is, but I'm sure he has someone in his life."
     "Did he tell you he did?  Why would he call you if he was involved with someone already?"
     "Mutter!  It wasn't like that.  He was calling to tell me about his vision because it had to do with you.  He was trying to warn me about something that was going to happen."
      Her mother scoffed.  "You didn't believe him, did you?"
      Skye smiled.  "Oh, so you believe in ghosts and that the attic is haunted, but you don't believe that someone can have visions?"
     "I just think that perhaps it was an excuse to talk to you.  You are a beautiful, young, and very single woman.  I've seen men flirt with you."
     "It wasn't like that.  He didn't want to talk about me.  He wanted to talk about the rain."
     "And...."
     "I didn't believe what he was saying at first, but then the nightmares came and I started to wonder if what he said was true."
     "What did he say?"
     "He said that you were in danger from the rains.  That there would be floods, and you would be trapped in a hotel room that was along the river."
     Her mother stood suddenly and walked to the window as the sound of thunder in the distance could be heard.  A light rain had begun to fall, and she shook her head slowly.  There was no way that he could have known of her change in plans.  She had only changed them that morning after Skye had arrived the night before.
     "What is it, mutter?"
     "I changed my plans this morning."
     "What plans?"
     "Before you came, I had planned on staying at a hotel along the Rhine in Koblenz.  The room I had reserved was a small room on the ground floor that had a beautiful walkout that faced the Rhine.  This morning I changed my reservation to a different hotel, a little farther away from the river, that was a suite room with two beds so that we could stay in the same room."
     Skye walked to the window and stood next to her mother as the rain began to fall harder.
     "Maybe you can change it so we can just stay here?   We don't need to see the Rhine on this trip.  I'd like to just spend time with you, and maybe even go home a few days early.  I'd like to call Dakota and thank him."


Friday, January 11, 2019

a train in the fog

This month, Lissa at the memory of rain is hosting Words for Wednesday. Words for Wednesday was started by Delores and now is hosted by various bloggers. The aim is to encourage you to write - a poem, a story, a song or whatever comes to you - using some or all of the prompts.


     Skye stood at the train station in Frankfort and watched the commuter train disappear into the fog.  She wondered if it had been a mistake to use her savings to fly to Germany to surprise her mother.  After hearing the voices speaking German in her attic, she couldn't stop thinking that her mother was in danger.  Especially after she had received the phone call from a man who said he had a message for her about her mother.
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     Dakota's eyes kept being drawn to the sky.  He'd written down the vision at the beginning of the year, but didn't know how to get it to the woman in his vision.  She had blond hair and fair skin, with blue eyes that seemed to see into his soul.  Usually he had visions for someone in his tribe, but this time was different.  A part of him felt like he knew her, but in his vision he had not seen enough of her face to truly be able to identify her.

     Everywhere he walked in the following week, the birds had drawn his eyes to the sky. Always in threes.  It finally occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't the birds he was meant to see, but the blue sky.  Suddenly he remembered the woman who worked at the museum.  Wasn't her name Skye?  He had only been into the museum once when she had organized a display of local Native American art, and had seen her from across the room.  Their eyes had connected just once, and while it wasn't her pale blue eyes that struck him most at that moment, but her smile.  She was someone whose smile betrayed the loneliness of her heart.