Hello and welcome, everyone!
The last couple of weeks have been crazy busy for me and I was not able to do as much writing as I wanted, so I plan to spend the day and weekend catching up. Please enjoy my story series, A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance, if you haven’t already done so and I will see you next week for another Poetry Friday. Happy Good Friday, Passover and Easter!
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Doing the right thing
is hard when you do not know
what the right thing is
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Today I’m sharing Part 1 of a short story series called A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance. I hope you enjoy it.
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A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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Who falls in love with a ghost?
I recall the first time I saw Abigail. She wasn’t attractive in my eyes. Her skin was as pale as an ivory mist. Her limp, blonde hair reflected merely a glint of sun. Her lips were thin and uninviting, but when she glanced my way with heavy-lidded sea green eyes, she captured my soul so completely I couldn’t look away. I should have looked away.
I had a task to do–so I watched. Abigail had a sweet way about her that lured me further into her world. Was it possible to take part in her world? I observed her. This girl did caring things for those around her and had a generous heart. Oddly, she never seemed to expect anything in return. Showing kindness to animals and nature was her way. She enjoyed singing, although she wasn’t very good at staying in tune. I spent hours, days, and then weeks watching her–trying to find something that would make my errand easier. I could not. What was it about this creature that held me captive?
Abigail was good, but also an odd and clumsy creature. I lost count of how many times I had to swiftly cover my mouth, fearing that my laughter would betray my presence. Once, she picked up a tarantula spider. It appeared to prance happily in place on her palm. She gazed at it wide-eyed and giggled with glee. Then she dropped it. The spider shattered when it hit the ground. She wailed for hours.
Another time she witnessed a small boy feeding bread to a swan. She ran to them and picked up a piece of bread lying by the boy’s feet. She attempted to feed the swan at the same time the boy did, but instead, she clumsily struck the swan’s beak, making it irate. She gasped as the angry bird took the boy’s arm in its beak and pounded his small limb with one of its massive wings. Abigail screamed for help and managed to pull the boy away, but not before the swan had broken his arm. The boy ran away to his parents, red-faced and howling, his arm dangling by his side. She dropped to the ground and created a puddle with her guilt and sorrow. She did not eat for days. That’s when I finally approached her.
“Why do you starve yourself?” I asked. She jumped and stared at me. “Do you wish to die?”
“No, I wish to live,” she responded, her eyes wide and pale lips trembling. “I hurt a small boy and deserve to suffer.”
“You did no such thing. The bird hurt the boy, but his arm is healing well. He plays happily as we speak, regardless of the cast he wears. You have no need to go on tormenting yourself.”
“How do you know this?” she asked, looking at me askance.
Thinking quickly I responded, “I was told about what had happened to the boy, and I just saw him minutes before I ran into you.”
She stared at me, brows crumbled and eyes squinted, and then she smiled faintly. “I’m glad to know this, thank you. My name is Abigail.”
“Then you must nourish yourself, Abigail.”
I looked around. A red fruit hanging from a nearby tree caught my eye. I picked it and handed it to her. She extended her hand slowly and took it. She bit into it, repeatedly holding the ripened, sweet fruit with both hands. She devoured it in no time. As she swallowed the last morsel, I wiped a bit of dribble off her chin. Her grateful smile turned her cheeks the color of an orchid rose.
I chuckled at how her face lit up. “My name is Azrael,” I told her. I’m not sure why. I reveal my name to few.
“It’s nice to meet you, Azrael. Would you like to walk with me?”
“Yes. This forest is quite beautiful. I have always enjoyed hiking here. The smells, the sounds–fascinate me!”
She took my hand as we began our stroll.
“This beautiful place can also be quite dangerous,” I said. “Doesn’t that scare you?”
“No,” she said, her face as innocent and pure as a daisy.
We continued walking. She stopped to smell wildflowers, drink water from a small waterfall that emptied into a noisy river, to point at birds she recognized and insects. I thought today would be the day, but torrents of crystalline water gushed, white fluffy clouds whipped across intense cerulean skies, daffodils vibrant as stars quivered and danced in the wind. It was much too lively a day for death to intrude.
“I must leave now.”
“So soon?” She sighed heavily and her body slumped.
“The sun will set soon. Perhaps you should go home before it becomes dark and you can’t find your way back.”
She nodded with a frown. “Goodbye. It was nice exploring the forest with you. Thank you for a lovely time,” she said as she departed.
I rushed in the opposite direction. When I was sure to be far enough away, I crumbled to the ground.
“Why? Why must I carry out this burden?” I cried to the heavens. “There is no malice in her. She is a lamb!” I rubbed a deep burning ache in my chest as large drops fell from my eyes. I touched my cheek and looked with amazement at my wet fingers. A voice in my head reassured me that my daunting task was for the best. I rose from the ground and with dragging feet left the forest.
Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.
Be sure to read part 2 and the finale of A Time To Mourn And A Time To Dance
Wonderful section.
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I’m happy you like it, Craig. Thank you! 😀 xo
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Absolutely lovely Vashti…. had me hooked…hugsx
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That’s wonderful news coming from you, Sally. Yay! ❤ xo
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and commented:
Fabulous part one of a short story by Vashti Quiroz Vega… will have you entranced.. part two and three to follow soon.
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Thank you for reblogging, Sally. 😀
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loved it Vashti..hugsx
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I’m so happy to hear that, Sally. Thank you.
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I read all three parts. So sweet.
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Thank you so much, Priscilla! I appreciate you. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
❤ xo
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This does not sound like it has a happy ending coming, Vashti.
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Hi, Robbie! You’ll have to read on to find out. 😉 xo
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Loved this line, Vashti: “This beautiful place can also be quite dangerous,” I said. “Doesn’t that scare you?”
“No,” she said, her face as innocent and pure as a daisy.
It does a fantastic job of foreshadowing what’s to come- well done!
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Thank you very much, Jacquie. I appreciate the observation. 😀 xo
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Excellent story, Vashti.
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Thank you, John! I’m glad you enjoyed part 1. 😀 xo
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Thanks, Vashti. Beautiful and hinting at sad things to come. ♥
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Hi, Olga! Thank you for reading. Maybe, maybe not. 😉 ❤
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Reblogged this on B.B. Wolfe Publishing.
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Thanks for reblogging, Charles! 😀
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Wow, Vashti. Loving this. Off to part 2:)
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I’m so happy you enjoyed it, Denise. Thank you! ❤
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You are so incredibly talented! We should all remember that to everything there is a season…
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Thank you, Annette! That means so much to me. Absolutely. Sometimes we need to be reminded. ❤ xo
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Thank you for the beautiful story. Have a nice weekend! Michael
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Thank you for reading! I’m happy you enjoyed it, Michael. 😀
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Thank you too, Vashti! Loved to read it.
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Sorry, WP wont give me a button to like and reblog. ;-( But Twitter did it too. 😉
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Whoaaaaaa
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What a beautiful story, Vashti. Thank you for sharing.❤️
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Thank you for reading, Jill. I’m glad you liked it. ❤
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Great story Vashti, this could go in different directions so I’m curious to read what you do with it. ❤
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Hi, Debby! Thank you! Parts 3 and 4 are already available to read if you get some free time over the weekend. The links are at the bottom of the page. Have a wonderful weekend! ❤ xo
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Thanks so much Vashti. I just finished reading! I love your writing, you never disappoint! ❤
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Thank you! That means so much to me, Debby. You just made my weekend! ❤ xo
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❤ 🙂
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I was captivated immediately and simply had to go in and read parts 2 and the fabulous Finale. I still have a lump in my throat. Incredibly moving. Bravo, my friend.
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Thank you so much for reading the entire story, Sooz! I’m thrilled that you liked it. I hope you’re feeling better and can enjoy your weekend. ❤ xo
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Enjoyed the story… ❤
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I’m so glad, Bette. Thank you for reading and have a fantastic weekend.
❤ xo
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You have a great weekend too, Vashti!
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Thank you! ❤
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What a beautiful story,Vashti. Thank you for sharing. I’ll read part 2 and 3 tomorrow. ❤
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Hi, Miriam! Thank you very much. I’m delighted that you liked Part 1, so far. ❤ xo
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Entrancing, Vashti. Thank you for sharing. ♥
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You’re welcome, Gwen. I’m happy you liked Part 1. ❤
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Beautiful and deadly, it’s going to be a heartbreaker of a story. xxx
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Adele, you always put a smile on my face. You may be right. 😉
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Oh, my goodness, Vashti! This is a great start to the story and I did not want it to stop! Can’t wait to see how Azreal handles his burden.
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Thank you, Jan! I’m happy you’re enjoying the story. Thank you for reading. ❤
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What a beautiful story!
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Thank you, Susanne! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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My gosh, I almost missed this! Vashti, your writing is truly captivating. The imagery is penetrating. Amazing! Thank you for sharing this gem. Heading over to part 2. Cheers, my friend! 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading, Natalie. I’m happy you enjoyed Part 1. ❤ xo
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Well structured. I like your characters.
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Thank you very much, Jacqui! 😀 xo
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wow…amazing, great details and wonderful lines…
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Thank you, Mino! I’m glad you like it. 😀 xo
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