Hello and welcome to Part 2 of A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance. Be sure to read Part 1 if you haven’t already done so. Enjoy!
A Time to Mourn and a Time To Dance
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
The next day I visited the small forest outside Abigail’s home again. The forest was alive with her presence. She moved rhythmically to the sounds of the birds chirping, ducks quacking, water flowing, frogs croaking, and the whistling of leaves caressed by the wind. I hid behind a large tree and watched her sway, twirl, and pirouette. She moved gracefully–until she stumbled, plopped to the ground in a seated position, laughing wholeheartedly.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
She whisked her head toward me, grinning hello, jumped to her feet and hurried to me. “I knew you would come!” she gushed.
Her enthusiasm filled me with joy. “I couldn’t stay away.”
She giggled at my words. “Come, I want to show you something,” she said, grabbing my hand. She pulled me along a different path from the one we had walked the day before.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see…”
We arrived at an open area. “All right, stop right here,” she said. I gathered my brow as she paced forward and stopped in front of something, then waved me over. “Come, but be careful,” she warned. I took apprehensive steps toward her and after a few steps, I saw it. The hole.
“What is this?” I asked.
“This is a natural sinkhole,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Isn’t it magnificent? It’s almost perfectly round. It’s beautiful, surrounded by vegetation and––”
“Enough!” I yelled, making her jump and recoil. I didn’t see beauty in this hole, hidden away in the middle of the forest. I only saw peril and fatality. “Many have lost their lives here in the depths of despair,” I told her, pointing at the hole. She stared at me, her green eyes wide and questioning. “Who do you think I am?” I asked in a thunderous voice. She trembled and her mouth hung open. “You don’t even know me, but yet you venture to bring me here? To this evil place?”
“Evil?” she asked.
“Yes, evil!” I said, watching her gasp and flinch.
She shook her head, covering her opened mouth with both hands. “I didn’t know,” she whispered through her fingers.
I sensed the pain and horror of the victims whose bones lay broken, discarded and forgotten at the bottom of the hole. A veil of blackness enshrouded me. I couldn’t see past her death. I stomped toward her. I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. The thick odor of corpses long dead exposed my psyche to influences that led me to do what I was created to do––kill.
I released her neck. She coughed and wheezed, collapsing to one knee. I picked her up by the shoulders and dangled her over the hole. Her eyes opened wide. She glanced down into the pit and screamed!
“Please don’t hurt me!” she shrieked. “I don’t want to die!” She gazed at me with imploring eyes.
Her words touched my heart once more. She wanted to live. I swung her over my shoulder and hurried from that awful location. I placed her down on lush green grass near the edge of the forest. I looked at her through different eyes. Her hair was a sunburst on a blooming honey locust; her skin, opal cream; her verdant eyes, glistened like jewels. I wiped the moisture from them, and her luscious cherry wine lips quivered. Had my vision been so impaired that I had thought this creature less than perfect?
“You are a good man,” she said hoarsely, no doubt from damage inflicted to her throat by my tight grip. She tried to smile, but couldn’t quite make the expression.
“Go home now. Do not return to that hole. It is a foul place,” I said, helping her to her feet.
She stepped away, then hesitated and turned toward me. The look of gratitude on her face surprised me. She ran to me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you,” she said and walked away. Abigail’s kiss on my cheek lingered and set me ablaze. I stood there like a statue, fearful that any sudden movement would end the moment too soon.
We continued to meet every day at the small forest near her house. We took long walks. Abigail danced, talked, sang and was excited by every small creature she ran across––from a butterfly to a snake. I enjoyed our walks. I relished her company. No creature has ever been so exquisite. I never wanted to leave her side. I had forgotten, if only for a brief moment, who––or what––I was. I was the opposite of her.
One day I returned to our usual meeting place and found her sitting still on a rock. It was not like her to be so subdued.
“Hello,” I said.
She lifted her eyes and gazed at me. “I thought I would not see you today.”
“Really? Why?” I asked. She shrugged. Her body was slumped and her face slackened. She seemed strange, unfamiliar.
Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.
The mystery intensifies! I’m dangling from this cliff hanger, waiting anxiously for next weeks installment. I thought I might have figured out who he is, but now I’m not so sure. Great new story. I’m really liking this!
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Hi Peter! I’m so glad! Always great reading your comments! 😀 xx
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Oh, this was awesome! Can’t wait for next post on it 🙂
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That’s so cool, thank you! I will post part 3 on Monday. 😉
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Mmmmmm … Why is she subdued? Who is he really? Looking forward to Part 3 … maybe we will have osme answers xx
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Hi Yolanda! You definitely will get your answers on Monday! 😉 Have an awesome weekend!
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It has been so long since I have been able to catch up on my reading! Another wonderful story so far and I can’t wait for part 3! Hope you have an amazing weekend, my friend!
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Hi Stacey! I’m so happy you took the time to read my story. Thank you, I know how busy you can get. Part 3 will be up on Monday so I’ll be sharing it on ‘Meandering Monday’! Have a great weekend too lovely! 😀 xx
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Terrific. My curiosity is burning to read more about this intriguing story.
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Hi Michelle! That’s great! Thank you! I’m glad I could intrigue you. Part 3 will be up on Monday! 😉
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Don’t make me wait another week to find out who he is Vashti!
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Ha,ha! Part 3 will be up on Monday! 😀 I’m glad you’re enjoying the story doreen!
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OOO!!! This leaving us wanting more is definitely a great way to get us all to come back 😉
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Hi GiGi! Ha,ha! I guess you’re right. Just like I’ll be back to your blog for more laughs and fun! 😉 Part 3 will be up on Monday. Have a great weekend! 😀
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Really enjoying the story, Vashti. Your episodes are the perfect length with Ch. 1 setting up character and plot; ch. 2 – the story develops, but exactly where it’s going isn’t clear. You got me hooked ‘cos I’m intrigued to see if Ch 3 will go where I think it will – or not?
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I’m so glad you’re intrigued Teag! It makes me happy to know that people are enjoying the story. It’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? I love it! 😉 xx
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ohhh a spine tingling, brain buzzing mystery or three going on here 🙂 It’s Tuesday so I am going to cheat and read ahead!
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Ha,ha! You go ahead and do that! Thank you for reading. 😀
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Thanks for linking up at The Four Seasons Blog Hop! Sandra from Scrumptilicious 4 You! We would love to have you come back next week!
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Hi Sandra! You’re welcome. It was my pleasure. 🙂
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Oh…. I’m going to read the third part, Vashti.
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Thank you, Olga! ❤ xo
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I’m hurrying off to part three Vashti!
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Yay! Thank you, Denise! 😀 xo
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Gripping story Vashti, thanks for directing me to the other 2 parts. It seems this person? entity? following Abigail can’t make up his mind if he must go through the kill with her? ❤
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That’s right! You’re getting it. He has a job to do but he’s finding it hard to do his job this time. ❤
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Loved it! ❤
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It started so sweet on part 1, now I’m curiously of who or what he is. I’m going to read part 3 right now. 🙂
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Thank you, my friend! ❤
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I didn’t want her to die, but, well, good to know she went peacefully. ❤
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It was sad that she died but I believe there’s a time for everything, even death. ❤
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