No one is spared when computers rise up, including myself. However, all is well again here are Sword & Quill, and so we conclude this series of Unfinished Stories; slightly later than originally thought, but finished just the same. Tonight, an unconventional, and yet spectacular, ending to our adventure is brought to you by Dawn and Red. Another story of ElizaMay, Dawn’s heroine from last time, and very nice way to end our Series. Thank you for coming along.
ElizaMay dances when the rainbows explode onto the sky. Colours bright and alive in the meadow of the forest where her folks decided to camp for the night. The rainstorm came on quick, drench her and the rainbow of flowers that surround her.
And as fast as the rain came it stopped, leaving the sky alit with arches of vibrancy. Dancing with joy and picking flowers as she romps, the little girl is giddy with the smells of rain, earth, the pungent array of flowers and even her smelly wool sweater.
As the sun begins to set, the sky answers in its festival of colour. Streaks of magenta and orange fill the vastness as if flavours of sherbets dominate her world. Yellow and green splashes with bits of purple decide to take their turn. The sky is changing quickly now, so ElizaMay figures she’d better head back.
Keeping watch above, the planets peek their alignment, and watching her steps too, she reaches the edge of the forest. And looks back over her shoulder at the miracle unfolding. Although the colours in the clouds continue their dance, they began to subdue to welcome the next thing.
“Hello Mam and Da! I’m back, what a sky! It’s as if I painted it myself!” ElizaMay exclaimed excitedly.
“Well good for you Lit’lOne!” Da bent down to hug her. “We will eat in celebration then!”
He took her hand and led her to the table where Mam had decorated with wild flowers and place settings as colourful as the meadow and sky ElizaMay left. After eating, the delicious meal of green beans, fried pork chops and homemade applesauce, all were quite sated indeed. They smiled at each other as if a secret was being revealed and then looked about as the next show began.
And so on cue, it did. Fireflies danced slowly at first, fluttering, a bit shy. Then more came to the party and it really got going. Dive bombing the audience, zooming in and out of the trees and ferns. The light spinning into ribbons, connecting into a web of gold all around them tickled the happy family with delight. “This is incredible!” Mam marveled with tears.
“Oh is sure is,” ElizaMay giggled uncontrollably.
Da got up to pull Mam into his arms and began to dance. ElizaMay joined in with her jig. The fireflies liked it because they swirled around them creating a beautiful canopy of sparkling lights. Then in an instant they stopped, and all went black.
The Fam quite startled, held onto each other because they couldn’t see, it was so dark. As their eyes adjusted however, the treetops began to glow in that ever knowing aura of the moon. This was their signal to move out into the meadow. So Da pulled out little flashlights from his pocket to give to his girls and Mam picked up the blanket, they strolled out to the field. And there it was for their extended delight. Big, round and beautiful, the BlueFullMoon just above the horizon showing off its splendour.
They stretched out the blanket and laid down to watch the moon rising to catch up with the aligning planets, beginning the next show.
(Upstage ELIZA MAY, DA and MAM are laying stretched out on a blanket. The stage is lit to mimic the night. Enter MOON and SKY)
It is sad to say but this family is a rarity amongst humans.
Oh? Moon, are we sentimental tonight?
When am I not, Sky? I long for simpler times. Every night I pass, this world becomes brighter. Humans have lost the need for the night with their advances in technology. I fear for the humans of this age.
Are we jealous that they have turned their sights beyond you, brother?
Jealous? No. Saddened? Yes. Only because they have outgrown me.
It is only natural for them to look beyond you. They are a curious species indeed.
They are curious at the cost of their true being. Remember the Shamans of old? The ones who regaled their people with stories of us? Remember the wonder and excitement that filled their eyes? In that moment, they were one with us much like this family. This is what living is about. Now look at the rest of the world. You’ve seen it. Every day is a rush towards an inevitable end. They are not living. They are debris circling an inevitable end; only hungry and never sated.
Not all humans are as hopeless as you make them out to be. Give them time. We are here to observe the wonders that these tiny beings can accomplish.
But at what cost? Sky, you’re nothing but a shadow of your former self. Human ingenuity at its finest.
Yes, I have been better but I hold out with hope that they will learn. I’m not concerned for myself for I will heal with time and I will be here long after they have left Terra. We all have our parts to play very much like now.
All too true. I digress sister Sky, I let my emotions get the best of me.
It is quite all right. We are here now. Let us give this family a performance they have never seen.
(A swirl of colors populates the stage mesmerizing the family orchestrated by MOON and SKY)
Dawn Locklear – SparkleSpins
Redzuan Abdul Rahim