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Curiosity

Friendship almost extended

By Michael BivensPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
Photo by Thomas Jarrand on Unsplash

It watched just as it had so patiently for years. It watched from the rafters of the decrepit barn as the sun kissed little girl curled up shaking in terror. How odd it thought, why would she be so horrified, after all, it had helped her. Saved her even. It had protected her against that vile man who had made her life miserable so many times and yet at the sight of his torn carcass she was not happy, she was afraid. Its entrenched desire to know her, to understand her, to be with her drove it ever closer.

It prepared to reach out to hear, to reveal itself finally and fully to her, it could wait no longer. It crept along the rafters, she was afraid, it would have to be careful not to scare her, she might reject its offer for friendship. An offer so rarely made between their kinds with anything beyond malicious intent. Surely, she would see the value of such a relationship and couldn’t possibly deny it. But as it moved closer the unmistakable presence of her mother could be felt approaching and this caught it off guard. It had believed that the mother was not aware of the girl’s hiding spot from the world that treated her so unfairly. It shifted in its surprise and in an attempt to retreat to the shadows a board creaked, announcing its presence within the barn which was silent aside from the slight whimpering from the girl.

A whimpering that stopped when she pushed herself up, she moved her head from one side of the barn to the other looking for the possible intruder in her sanctum from the outside world.

“Hello?”

It stopped moving entirely, she would not see it, she never had. But its increasing intervention in her life was making her all the more aware. She had begun to hear it in the last few months, she might even begin to see it soon. Now, with the mother bearing down upon them it was stuck. The mother was far to aware of its kind and would certainly find it unless it escaped.

“Is there somebody here?”

How fascinating it thought as it looked down at her siting on the dirt floor. It needed to watch her just for a moment longer, reasoning that there was time before the mother arrived. It looked into her eyes that reminded it of the coldest of ice, it wanted to see more than her eyes but her face was obscured by a combination of the dirt where she had laid against the earth and the fire red blood from the man earlier that day.

“Please just go away, leave me alone.”

In that moment it wanted nothing more than to reveal itself and to be with her. The encroaching mother would be here any moment and it knew it was out of time, but its desire was overwhelming as if some contract obligated it to stay and forced upon it to be rooted to this spot with its gaze locked on her despite the fear that was beginning to boil.

The mother was just outside now, and it knew it had every right to be in fear. A fear it tried to use to move away and hide in the shadows. Just as this fear was beginning to win over and it felt as if it might regain control over its own body the door at the far end of the barn groaned.

The rusted hinges gave way to the mother. It snapped its gaze to the intruder; it was too late to retreat. What could it do now? The mother would surely sense its hiding spot, but how would she react. The mother and indeed the entirety of the mother’s family gave many reasons to be feared by its kind. It would wait, it knew there was nothing else to do. It could not risk for any movement on its part to be perceived as aggressive to either of them.

The mother walked past rotten wooden crates and piles of broken tools, past the makeshift bed the child had built when she wanted to hide herself from their home, and past its post above them in the rafters without even a cursory look. “But why?” it thought, it seems incredible for the mother to not even look in its direction to indicate she knew of its presence.

It remained motionless, rather than take this moment to flee it wanted to stay and watch mother and daughter reunite.

“Mum…I – I don’t know what’s happened.” The girl reached for her mother.

“Quiet darling, it’s going to be alright.” The mother descended to the floor, embracing the girl and holding her in an embrace that drove the being in the rafters to a fit of curiosity that could barely be contained.

It could not comprehend why it had felt so compelled to be with this child since its birth. It had seen thousands before her, but none had pulled its attention so resolutely as this one. The girl who until recently so rarely every noticed its presence had managed to captivate and imprison its fervent desire to be recognized.

“We need to go, we need to go home.” The mother lifted the girl up and into her arms and before she could say anything more, she had been carried through the doors.

They were gone, both had departed just as quickly as one had arrived. It would have been relieved for the absence of the mother if it had not believed that in the very last moment she had looked right at it before passing through.

In the absence of what should have been relief came a great confusion over the mother’s actions today. She hadn’t questioned the blood that covered her daughter nor took action against its presence. The mystery around this child had only grown, and it wasn’t sure there would be answers any time soon.

Fantasy

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Michael Bivens

Most of my works published here exists as lore from the world of Illorim, an original creation by me that's been supported and cooperatively built through shared story-telling.

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