I thought I'd treat you guys with a story I started writing a while back. I wrote it originally as a piece of flash fiction but I started extending it. So I want to do an experiment with you guys. I'll write and share more if you let me know you want to read more. So please leave a comment and let me know if you want me to continue writing this story.
It's currently titled My Angel. I hope you like it.
I stand on the precipice.
The stark lights of the city glitter below me. Its
sounds surround me permeating my foggy brain; the blaring of car horns, music
from loudspeakers mixed with cheery conversations. Its smells filter through my
nostrils, exhaust fumes mixed with the scent of suya grilled over open fires. My stomach rumbles.
I can’t remember my last meal or what the time is. Yet,
I feel more alive now than I’ve ever felt. Then again, I don't know what kind
of life I've had previously. All I know is here and now.
Across the street is a large billboard, spanning
the side of the skyscraper. On it is a picture of a woman. Her skin is
flawless; sultry almond-shaped brown eyes, a small pert nose and full inviting lips
framed in an oval face. There’s something familiar about her although I cannot
pinpoint it. In the end I give up trying to figure it out. She’s probably a
supermodel with her billboards across the city. Stunningly beautiful, she has
the air of someone with the world at her feet.
Just like I
do at the moment.
The city of Lagos is sprawled at my feet beckoning
me as the salty breeze from the Atlantic Ocean buffets me. My skin prickles,
covered in goose-bumps. Though the air is warm, I feel a chill in my bones and
my teeth chatter. I glance down at my clothes, hugging myself. They are
designed to seduce, not for warmth.
Feeling a familiar presence, I turn around. Yet I
see no one else on the roof with me. I am all alone, I remind myself.
What am I doing here? How did I get here?
Seeking answers, the questions clatter in my brain
like coins in an empty metal beer barrel. I get none. I’m shrouded in a cloak
of despair I cannot shed.
“Step back...Slowly.”
I hear a voice. It is masculine; low, deep and
calm. A tendril of a shiver travels down my spine as my back stiffens.
There’s no
one else here with me.
Shaking my head, I ignore the words and their
effect on me, focusing instead on a point down in the traffic jam below—the expensive
chauffeur-driven SUVs are bumper to bumper spewing fumes into the already
smoggy night air.
Why can’t I remember my name or why I’m here?
“Step back from the edge, Clara.”
This time, it sounds closer, harsher, like the
owner of the voice is behind me. The hairs on my neck are erect and the
prickling sensation on my skin increases. Even as I hear him say it, I know
instinctively he speaks my name.
“Who are you?” I ask, suddenly agitated, as I swing
around sharply. The harsh wind smashes into me. I lose my footing, plummeting
off the roof top the lights below racing towards me.
Darkness embraces me.
***
Elephants stampede across my brain. My head hurts
and I can’t move it or any other part of my body it seems. I want to scream
from the pain but my throat feels parched, hoarse. The sound registering in my
ears is more of a whimper than a cat’s screech.
“Don’t try to get up,” the voice I hear is broken
up almost metallic as it bounces off the stampeding elephants in my head.
“Here, have this.”
Strong, warm arms embrace me, lifting my shoulder
slightly off the feathered pillows surrounding me. I feel frosty glass against my
lips and open them. Cool, refreshing water hits my tongue. Relieved, I gulp it
down thirstily.
“Easy. You don’t want to overdo it.” The voice
sounds familiar and has a hint of a smile in it. I struggle to open my aching
eyes and eventually crack them open. They feel like someone poured a handful of
sand into them. I wince but keep them open. The fuzzy image of a man’s face
looms over me. There is a tentative smile on it, his full mocha lips lopsided. I
want to ask who he is and where I am. The words stick in my throat almost
choking me.
Is that gurgling sound me?
“Rest now.” His deep voice is soothing and he
places his hand on my head. I feel warmth spread through my body and soon I
cannot keep my eyes open. I drift into slumber, the elephants in my head
replaced by the calm, soothing waves of the ocean.
Copyright
© Kiru Taye 2012
Hi, Kiru,
ReplyDeleteI remember this piece. Definitely want to read on. What happened at the point when she blacked out? Who is the man? This enquiring mind wants to know. Good writing.
That is a good story. Of course I would like to know more. However, Its a complete short story. I really liked how you ended the story. oh yes, i've got questions but i really dug how it ended well. complete. whereas some short stories leave you kinda empty. This was complete.
ReplyDeleteMe daughter and niece all read and we all have same opinion. (they are over 20 years of age))
Loved it and definitely want more. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is beautifully written but leaves one with more questions thans answers.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt this is a well crafted short story. I enjoyed the pictures u painted and the suspense. Your simple present tense language is fine, it establishes a dramatic sense of 'presentness' but I need you to finish it because I'm left hanging. Keep the pen dancing.
ReplyDeleteHello Kiru - yes, I'm in *grins* You've got a captive audience in me...need to know more - what happened to Clara...who is the guy there every time she awakens?? What's next...please:)
ReplyDeleteHi K,
ReplyDeleteI'm hooked already. It's a captivating scene. I want to know who's the guy and how does he figure in Clara's life. I simply want more. :) Pretty pleasee...!
Kiru, you are too much!
ReplyDeleteMore, please.
I have nightmare about shattering my teeth and this story made me feel like I had. I could imagine bits of blood and broken teeth in my throat. It's a bit disturbing...
ReplyDeleteI like the mastery in the story but now how it makes me feel...afraid.
(That's a sign of a good writer if I ever saw one).
I love it. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you for the story, Kiru. Happy Short Story Day!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by and leaving a comment, everyone. I shall work on the story and bring your more soon.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week ahead.
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