Looking up, Mira wondered how she was going to get out. Not only was the underground room far from the main house, but there was no ladder in the vicinity. She thought of her daughter and the question this morning:
“Mommy if you had a super power, what would it be?”
She’d answered flippantly. Now, though, she wished she had the strength of Superman and his ability to fly. Screaming with frustration, she paced the musty space. Her only hope was that Mitch remembered her intention to come here when he got home. If not, she’d have an unpleasant experience.
Taking his glasses off, Thomas slowly rubbed his eyes. Searching for clues in the book was difficult: this was the text she’d been reading when she disappeared and the subject matter wasn’t enthralling.
“You know she may have left of her own accord?”
“No Nathaniel, I know my wife. She’d never abandon her children – they mean the world to her. There was something about Highgate she figured out – something that put her in danger. I know it.”
Putting on his glasses, he turned to the text again. He could not give up! He sensed Sylvia’s life depended on it.
The plant grew and crept along the wall, its leafy tendrils exploring the pristine wall. The creeper had been genetically altered and transformed into a listening device. In another part of the city, revolutionaries listened to the unfettered conversations of councilmen; conversations that lingered on the changes to bylaws that would prohibit personal freedom.
Prior knowledge enabled the freedom fighters to overcome those in power. In their victory, they claimed that freedom was a person’s right.
Once in power, the new leader ensured no plants graced the surfaces of his home and office. Then he began to enslave the majority.
The sight of the seaplane meant the influx of summer visitors had begun. Their arrival brought a buzz to the shoreline and increased revenue to many. But Jack did not look forward to the return of the family that had embraced him last year, then rejected him on the eve of their departure based on malicious gossip. He had thought their relationship stronger.
Days later, he saw them. She was cradling a baby in her arms and her parents were shame-faced. They had realised the error of their accusations when the child was born. He was obviously not Jack’s.
The train pulled out of the station, leaving Amanda standing forlornly on the platform. Regretfully, she thought of Max and the last words they had exchanged. Hateful words that would be difficult to take back. Now she was here alone, exploring the places they had planned to see together. Sighing, she hefted her backpack onto her shoulder and began the walk to the castle ruins.
Amanda gazed at the ruins in wonder. They were just as she imagined.
“Fancy seeing you here!”
Tears slowly fell down her cheek as she saw Max walking towards her with a smile of forgiveness.
Standing in front of the carved stone, he remembered when the artist was feted. People would travel from all over the world to see his work and admire his handiwork. Discussions would ensue on the meaning of the pieces and what had inspired him to create them. Then the scandal erupted. He was imprisoned, the many artworks torn down or vandalised. Except for this forgotten piece in the centre of the city. Unnamed, the early work stands proudly surrounded by office buildings. A remnant of a life that was crushed to pieces by the love for a young girl.
I remember the first time we watched him on stage in front of a paying audience. The run at the local youth theatre was one of the first moments when his dream became a reality. His face shone as he said his lines; his energy evident to those watching. In those early years, his dedication and determination was admirable. No matter how many times he was set aside for parts, he continued to audition. His positivity gave him strength and helped him focus on the future. Now his perseverance has taken hold and his dreams are becoming a reality.
(As I wrote the post for this week’s prompt, I could not help but think of our son who is working as an actor. For the first time in the last year, he has worked only at his first love and not spent time working at other jobs. We are so proud of him.)
The hardest part about setting out on a new adventure is the waiting. All I want to do is move, step forward, experience the new. Instead, I am forced to stay in one spot for hours and wait for a stranger to announce that the first step into my new venture is to begin. Not for the first time, I wish I had the money to bypass the regulations thus allowing me to move unfettered towards my destination. Unfortunately, I am merely a part of the herd.