Monday, June 25, 2012

The Seer


The light filtered through the windows of the hospital corridor, motes of dust spinning lazily to the floor. There were people around: doctors and nurses hurrying from one room to another, pausing only to acknowledge coworkers;  patients in embarrassing spotted hospital gowns shuffling on their way to the cafeteria or the courtyard; visitors who scurried nervously along, glancing at room numbers with apprehension. It wasn’t the strangest of scenes, but it took Karina a few seconds to register that this scenario was playing with the sound off. She stood in a silent hallway, but it didn’t seem the least bit eerie. Behind her was an open door to a private room. She stepped inside to see a woman in labour, her screaming and the surrounding staff’s encouragement completely muted. It felt like a private moment, so Karina turned to face the door which was now closed. She approached it and reached for the handle. But although the metal was solid beneath her hand, she found she couldn’t turn the knob. She tried to twist it for as long as her patience lasted, then reluctantly turned back to the birth. Except everything had changed. There was only one person in the room now.The woman who had been in so much pain just a few moments ago now sat up in her bed, reading a book. There was something familiar about the woman, and Karina drew closer to see. She looked like her friend, Dee. But older. Her mother? Dee was having a little brother or sister? Karina stopped to ponder that happy thought. Was this a dream? She shouldn’t be so excited for her friend if this was all in her subconscious.

      A nurse breezed past with a baby in her arms. She handed it to Dee’s mother and the woman stared down into the bundle, a quiet contentment filling her features.
 
      Karina opened her eyes to find herself on her bed. Sound rushed back to the world and for a second, she thought she could hear the air moving around her. Bringing her mind completely out of the hospital room, Karina realised she was sitting. She looked down at her bed. Still made, as it had been since she got up that morning. And it was the middle of the day. A beautifully sunny Saturday. She’d just had lunch, and had come up to her room to get ... She didn’t know. Karina’s mind was slow to readjust to her life. Dee appeared in her line of sight in the doorway.

     “There you are! Did you zone out again or something?”

     Karina must have been a blank, because Dee gave a worried frown and sat down beside her. It wasn’t until Dee’s hand touched her own that Karina remembered the two of them were orphans. She’d never met Dee’s mother. Dee had never met Dee’s mother.

     “I just had the strangest zone out,” she told her friend. “I saw ... I don’t know what I saw, exactly.”

     “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go outside and climb the hill to look out on the town. You like it when we do that.”

     “I do?”

     Dee gave her a soft smile. “Don’t be worried. You’ll get it all back soon.You’ll be okay.”

     Karina let her friend take her by the hand and lead her through the doorway. They were almost at the stairs when Karina pulled back, having had a sudden flash of memory. Dee gave her a questioning look.
     “When I ... go ... I don’t usually see things, do I?”

     “You haven’t before.” Dee searched her face, a frown trying to hide in her pale blue eyes. She gave Karina’s hand a light squeeze. “What did you see?”

     Karina gave a short laugh. “Nothing to be worried about,” she said. “It didn’t even make sense, really. What I saw ... what I must have seen. Was you. Being born.” She laughed again, but this time it was filled with nervousness.

     The worry left Dee’s face. “So when you go away, you’re probably dreaming. It’s fine. We’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

     Karina gave her a half smile in return. “You said something about the hill?”

    Dee nodded. She didn’t let go of Karina’s hand as they made their way down the staircase. Karina stared at the panelling on the walls as they descended, trying to get some memory back. The old farmhouse was pristinely clean for a building that housed twelve kids between the ages of six and eighteen. If it wasn’t, she was sure Mr and Mrs Brabham would be able to find a group of cleaner kids to keep watch over. There was no shortage of unwanted children throughout Gradia’s towns, and staying at the Brabham farm was quite a sweet deal.

    Both Karina and Dee were at the older end of the orphan spectrum, nearing the time when they’d have to strike out on their own after Academy exams, which were looming ever nearer. Dee tugged her urgently through the open door and into the sunshine.

    “Better yet?” she asked, stopping to face her friend.

    Karina closed her eyes and felt the warmth on her skin. “I’m wondering whether I’ll be able to remember how to do sums in time for our exams,” she said with a cheeky smile.

    Dee sighed with relief and Karina lifted their joined hands, pulling her friend towards the hill in a run.



The young man held out his sword, a beam of brilliant light streaming out of it towards the writhing darkness. His mouth opened to yell something Karina couldn’t hear. He charged forward, driving the illuminated weapon towards the formless black.There was a flash and the sword vanished along with the shadowed mass. The man then turned to face her, giving a determined glare to something behind Karina.

    She turned to stare into the eyes of a dragon.

    Karina was startled back from the other world to find she was being shaken. She moved her hands to pull off the offending grip that held her and stopped when her blurred vision focused on Dee.

    “Please stop now,” she asked softly.

    Dee let go abruptly, causing Karina to stumble backwards into a wall. She turned to face it, trying to regain her balance. When the world finally stopped pitching, she turned to Dee. Her arms were folded, clearly waiting for Karina to speak first.

    The two girls locked gazes. “What?” Karina demanded.

    “Do you know where you are?” The words seemed to drill right into Karina’s soul through her friend’s stern stare.

    “Ahh ...” Karina tilted her head to look up at the building behind her. “Oh. The Academy.”  She rested back against the wall, but pushed off it in alarm when she remembered something else. “Exams! Did I ...?”

    “We just finished when you went away again. I had to drag you away before anyone noticed you were just blank.”

    “And how long were you shaking me?”

    Dee looked down. “Long enough. You make me worry that one of these days you won't come back.”

    “Right. Thanks. I’m glad you’re here to look out for me.” Karina gave Dee a comforting smile, but it didn't remove the concerned look Dee was giving her.

    “Where were you this time?”

    “In a cave. There was a man – a boy our age, I think. And he was fighting a dragon!”

    “A dragon? Your dream-world is kind of disturbing.”

    “You think these are dreams? They’re too real to be dreams.”

    Dee finally approached Karina and placed a hand on her shoulder. “If they're really not dreams, what are they?

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Missing Page


I'm trying to think of something witty to say about this piece. Though I can only tell you why I wrote it. My friend, Jessica, has a habit of telling me to write stories about normal things. Which I don't do. Strangely, when she suggested I write a story about someone losing their assessment outcomes for a uni assignment, I got inspired to do something with it. This is how it turned out. 
This is how I tell the story of a normal, boring, everyday situation...

Jessica sat at the desk in her study, staring at the computer screen. She’d left this assignment till the last minute – again.
     There were only two weeks before she had to hand this report in; she couldn’t believe she’d been so slow in getting started. Her Occupational Therapy course was her life, but lately she’d managed to get distracted by sport and friends, baking and leisurely reading, though she was always aware these weren’t as important as excelling in her studies.
     Jessica shuffled through her papers. She needed that page ... that page ... where was it? She would never know the direction her words should go if she didn’t have the assessment outcomes for the treatments of fatigue that are supported by evidence-based practice. How would she ever succeed at this most important of assignments without it?
     She stood up, frantic to find this recently missing link to her scholarly success. Two weeks was already pushing the time she needed to write an outline, find appropriate quotes from her textbooks and get her beautiful and incredibly intelligent friend to proofread it to find any mistake or grammar problems that might make her work anything less than perfect. So these precious minutes she was wasting searching were absolute agony to her.
     “Jessica?”
     Responding to the voice of her husband from the other room would only further delay the beginning of her work, so Jess pretended she hadn’t heard, flipping again through her folder of notes for the elusive page.
     “Jess!”
     Jessica paused in her hunt. Mitchell’s voice was ... worried. She let go of the paper in her hands and stepped cautiously forwards. She opened the door slowly and saw Mitchell. He seemed to be struggling with something. She moved out of the study and could see the complete picture. Mitchell was holding one side of a few pages of paper and pulling as a little creature tugged on the other. Jessica could only stand in place and watch.  The small monster was only as high as Mitchell’s shin, but was holding his own in the strange tug-of-war.
     “Mitch ... what ...?” Jessica could only stand and stare at the bizzare scene in front of her.
     “Jessica ... he has your assignment ...”
     Jessica looked at the top page and the printed text all over it. “It’s a draft, Mitchell. You can let it go.”
     Mitchell looked down at it, too. “Okay.” He dropped the paper and the little creature fell backwards.
Standing at her husband’s side, Jessica watched as the small creature recovered itself and gave a triumphant grin at his prize before disappearing amongst tiny smoke-like whisps.
     “What the hell was that?” Mitchell asked, putting a hand on Jessica’s shoulder. Jessica was still staring at the space where the monster had been and turned her face to look at Mitchell.
     “I think that may have been the thing that took my assessment outcomes.” Jessica glanced back to where the creature had disappeared from and frowned. I'm going to have to call someone in my class and ask if I can borrow theirs.

I'm thinking there's more to this story. Ask and I'll take a shot at making it longer. :)