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A Time to Mourn and a Time To Dance – Part 2

27 Mar

 

A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance

 

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.

 

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31 Responses to “A Time to Mourn and a Time To Dance – Part 2”

  1. peternoahthomas March 27, 2014 at 1:04 pm #

    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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  2. Harliqueen March 27, 2014 at 2:47 pm #

    Oh, this was awesome! Can’t wait for next post on it 🙂

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  3. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin March 27, 2014 at 6:56 pm #

    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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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 28, 2014 at 8:45 pm #

      Hi Yolanda! You definitely will get your answers on Monday! 😉 Have an awesome weekend!

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  4. Stacey Gannett March 27, 2014 at 7:49 pm #

    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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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 28, 2014 at 8:43 pm #

      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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  5. Michelle Stanley March 27, 2014 at 9:07 pm #

    Terrific. My curiosity is burning to read more about this intriguing story.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 28, 2014 at 8:41 pm #

      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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  6. Doreen Sargente March 27, 2014 at 9:33 pm #

    Don’t make me wait another week to find out who he is Vashti!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 28, 2014 at 8:39 pm #

      Ha,ha! Part 3 will be up on Monday! 😀 I’m glad you’re enjoying the story doreen!

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  7. GiGi Eats Celebrities March 29, 2014 at 12:34 am #

    OOO!!! This leaving us wanting more is definitely a great way to get us all to come back 😉

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 29, 2014 at 2:00 pm #

      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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  8. Teagan Kearney March 29, 2014 at 5:52 am #

    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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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega March 29, 2014 at 1:57 pm #

      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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  9. Kristina & Millie April 1, 2014 at 12:51 pm #

    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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  10. Sandra April 1, 2014 at 5:46 pm #

    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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  11. olganm April 12, 2019 at 1:30 pm #

    Oh…. I’m going to read the third part, Vashti.

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  12. D.L Finn, Author April 12, 2019 at 2:11 pm #

    I’m hurrying off to part three Vashti!

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  13. dgkaye April 13, 2019 at 10:05 am #

    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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    • Vashti Q April 13, 2019 at 12:10 pm #

      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. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  14. Miriam Hurdle April 19, 2019 at 12:22 am #

    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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    • Vashti Q April 19, 2019 at 4:55 pm #

      Thank you, my friend! ❤

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      • Miriam Hurdle April 19, 2019 at 6:01 pm #

        I didn’t want her to die, but, well, good to know she went peacefully. ❤

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      • Vashti Q April 20, 2019 at 1:48 pm #

        It was sad that she died but I believe there’s a time for everything, even death. ❤

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