Sarah Fields
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Lucas In The Rafters
Yesterday I buried the old barn cat. He never had a name other than “the old barn cat” or I sometimes called him “turtle” because he was old and slow, and was fascinated by turtles. The day before, I had found him sitting in the water that drains from the barn, out towards the manure pile, with a tiny baby turtle. I suspected that he was getting ready to die, so I picked him up and carried him around. We walked into the woods, where he once prowled around, stalking little critters like birds, field mice, squirrels, and lizards. He was so relaxed and peaceful in my arms, yet he was as alert as ever. That was a good feeling, telling him about all the things he would miss here at the old barn, but reassuring him that he would soon be crossing the Rainbow Bridge to a fantastic new world. Of course I told him to say hi to my fur babies that had already crossed over, and I reminded him of a few of his friends that were already there waiting for him.
By Sarah Fields3 years ago in Fiction
When We Disappear
There I stood with a blank stare, looking into my cupboard. I’m not exactly sure how long I had been standing there. It couldn’t have been very long, as I could still hear the rumble of the boiling water, in the electric kettle. I should have known, when I reached up with both hands and opened both cupboard doors, that I was about to disappear. As I grounded myself, I felt my feet on the floor and my hands on my hips. I wondered what I went to the cupboard for. Again, I heard the kettle and remembered I wanted to make tea before work. I touched the heart-shaped locket that I was wearing. My husband had given it to me for my 40th birthday, just months before he passed away. I reached up, got a mug, got a tea bag, and then got the almond milk from the refrigerator. I disappeared again. This time, as I came around, I was not just standing in my kitchen, I was standing in rubble. Shock didn’t kick in right away, as I was slow to ground myself. I went through a quick sensory check. I smelled wet ash, dust, and smoke. I heard deafening silence and some creaking. I tasted metal and blood. I felt warm air, but with a chill from a gentle breeze. I bent down, as I felt dizzy. I wanted to touch the ground with my hands, as I balanced myself. I looked up and around, but I had to shield my eyes from the sun, as it shone down through the dust that clouded the atmosphere. I sat down. “Hello?” I called out, once again touching my heart-shaped locket. “Hello?” I called out again, but there was nothing as I sat there rubbing the heart trinket between my fingers. I disappeared again and everything just faded to black.
By Sarah Fields3 years ago in Fiction