He couldn't remember when the change came. It swept up everything that was sad and hurtful, good and happy. It swallowed everything like a piece of cheesecake that went down like silk. The intensity of the change found its way to the owner and preyed on him endlessly, turning him into candy floss that slipped between the wind and the stars. It ceased to stop even when it hit a great wall. It climbed over the wall and chased after the owner as he ran into the night. Finally the owner fell down and could run no more. He let the change took over him and turned him into a flightless dark bird.
The dark bird had forgotten everything good and happy but also everything that made him sad. His wings grew back in the summer and he flew around the world without any memories of what happened. His mind a blank canvas but still full of intense emotions that he cannot decipher. He often had dreams where he was a man. He did not understood why he had those dreams, only that their images lingered long after the dream was forgotten.
He often wished for a companion but his loneliness kept him trapped in his caged heart. He cannot helped but keep to himself.
One day he saw a beautiful woman with long red hair walking along the shore. He wanted so much to speak with her but he had no voice of his own. He flew close by but she didn't notice him. He was but a bird.
The woman suddenly smiled and waved to someone. Her face shined so brightly, it almost glowed like the sun. The dark bird's mind suddenly filled with tender images of this woman's face. He made a sound that caught the woman's attention but she soon turn away towards the man that was running to meet her. The dark bird flew towards the woman, making more sounds but the woman just ignored him. She waved her arms for him to go away. The man with blonde hair came and shooed him away, putted his arms around the woman and rushed her away in a red car.
The dark bird had no choice but to fly away, back to his lonely home in the sky. He watched from above at the moving red car, following it with his eyes. He nearly flew into another bird.
That night he dreamt of the woman. In the dream, he was a man holding the woman in his arms. They laughed and kissed with no care in the world. The feelings for this woman was so strong, it triggered a memory in the dark bird.
When the dark bird woke up, he knew instantly that the woman was his former true love. She had left him on a dark and cold night when the rain fell down in heavy successions. She had changed into someone new, someone unfamiliar to him. She had fallen in love with someone else, she told him in a cold voice. He was just not right for her. She wanted someone who can afford luxury cars and big houses with high ceilings. She said he was a loser, someone she could never be with. He had no words to say. He knew he couldn't make her stay.
Then came the final words that cut deep into his subconscious, "I never want to see you again." She walked out the door where a man was waiting outside for her, a blonde hair man with vacant eyes and a flashy, red sports car. He had peeked through the curtains and saw them kissing before driving away.
It was then that he had wished to be someone else. Someone who wasn't him. He cried himself to sleep and when he woke up, he remembered nothing but the one dream where he was chased by something, something that completely changed him. All he knew was, he was a bird whose wings had been clipped.
Now the dark bird wandered the sky. His heart, heavy as stone, his mind, full of memories that he cannot erase. He wished he could go back to the moment when he made that wish. But as the days go by, the allure of the sky pushed those memories farther away. Soon the dark bird's memories faded away, leaving only a faint dream.
This is for Fiction Friday: Write a scene that ends with your character saying: 'I never want to see you again.' Get the Fiction Friday code. About Fiction Friday.
And also for Friday 5: floss, intense, prey, cease, swallow.
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I love this. It's a beautiful rendition of love taking flight. I think we all wish we could take flight after such a terrible end to a relationship that we wanted to hold on to. Thanks for sharing this beautiful but, sad story. Have a nice weekend.
well i gotta say, lissa,, that would totally suck... i would really not be a happy camper if i were to wake up one day and be a bird.. huh uh.. no.. that would not make me happy either.....
Your story is a lesson to me that I be careful what I wish for. I think I would prefer to wallow in sadness than take flight that way.
A contemporary fairy tale is just what I needed this morning. Love this!
Lissa, that is so heartbreaking. In the past when my heart had been broken, I often wished I could be someone, something else, that I could just fly away.
What a cleverly thought out story. And so sad.
I wrote a story along similar lines in which a blackbird takes centre stage. If you have a few minutes I'd be honoured if you were to read it.It'a at -
http://storythestranger.blogspot.com/
Congratulations on a great piece
I loved the description at the beginning - of the change chasing him - which yes, reminds us to be very cautious of what we wish for - or how we act when we are full of powerful emotions.
My mother once refused to give me the keys to my car because I was overwrought and in a rage ... instead I walked it off and arrived to meet a friend for a beer in a much better state - still angry and upset, but not raging.
The black bird also reminded me of the character of Lachlan in Kate Forsythe's books, who has been changed from a man, to a black bird and then back to a man, but he still has the great black wings of a bird.
tragic story, with the memories returning after the rest was taken away.
Jodi, LOL, I had a "walk it off" once in college. Unfortunately, I walked over the hills into an area I didn't know. I started at 8 p.m. when it was still warm, in a tee shirt, and at midnight I was wandering around a rural road with no houses and no cars going by. When I finally recognized where I was, I was still about three miles from my apartment. But I was no longer in a rage, just shivering and happy not to be a missing person.
lissa, I have really enjoyed how your writing and your stories have improved over the past year and continue to improve. This one has a mythical edge to it, part fable and part spiritual, which wraps it nicely. Good job. But tragic story!
Magical tale. Sad yet endearing..
a beautiful tale you told lissa..the way it unfolds and floats along ...i have enjoyed stopping by and reading your stories each week...thank you
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