Take On Me
Lifeless, formless, effervescent, you flit around. A shroud in midair, a fluttering cloak of invisible darkness. You drift from person to person, examining and overhearing their lives. One at a time, you judge them as suitable or not and move on to the next person. With each person, you find reason that they are not acceptable.
That one was too loud. Too exuberant. That wasn’t you. You would be exhausted trying to maintain the façade and, worse, would be forced to explain why the personality had shifted from boisterous to quiet and reserved. No, no. This one would not do.
Nor would the next one. Tall, clumsy, a bit unsure of how he walked. It was charming, in a way, but that would not do either. You were graceful and poised. You moved as if gliding across ice without a trace of effort. A ballerina, almost, if one were to say that. It would take too long for you to learn how to control this body and, even then, it would not be how it was. No, on to the next one.
Closer, yes, but still not quite there. She is pretty and reserved, both qualities you admire, but you can sense a streak of cruelty deep within her. You can see it with how she behaves to waiters and service workers. Slight aggression and derision, a sense of superiority. She thinks she is better than them in all senses of the word. She could be humbled, you suppose. It may be fun to try. Still, you don’t wish to start anew already working from behind. No, she may keep her bitter life.
Nearly there with this next one, you feel. Kind and generous, friendly and welcoming, her goodness radiates from her like warm breezes on a summer day. She smiles at all and gives of herself tirelessly. She would be perfect, were she not so old. It hurts you, it does, to pass her by. She fits all that you wish for, all that you want to be again. But her time is waning. Her sunset is coming. And you need more than that. You need more time than that.
Her granddaughter, though. All the qualities of her Nonna with the verve and drive of youth. Her energy pulses and the blood in her veins is strong and healthy. She beams like the sun and all who pass by her fall in love. She is a magnet of hope and love in a world too often draped with darkness.
Yes. Yes, she is perfect.
You find her as she sleeps, gentle and peaceful. You take your place on the bed next to her and rest a shimmering hand on her cheek. She will not know you are there. She will never know you are there. But you will be her passenger, her provider. You will bless her and damn her enemies. She will be untouchable by all but the worthiest.
You enter her and open your eyes.
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.