“I Died Once” – Writing Project
Our next days of traveling, we didn’t speak all that much… But the Sites and Views of Africa were more than apt to sustain me.
As my deep blue eyes stared outwardly, they seem to widen and deepen… Or at least it felt that way.
Minutes became hours, hours became days… Until at last we reached my Father’s estate. I was starting to give up on referring to him as Sam, even in the sanctum of my own thoughts.
He seemed to have business with a dark skinned man that ran the place well he was gone, and so I adjourned to the room I was given, which was actually near a small lake. I seemed to be dragging a bit today, as my bag seemed quite heavy. And I knew that it was not.
Once inside, it was a very nice room, and would more than due. It was at that point that I found myself, in some sort of catatonic stagger, making my way to the waters edge… And it happened.
The next thing I knew, I had most likely collapsed, as I lay their in a flood of my own tears.
Was it my mother’s death? Or the elapsed vigor of the journey… I knew not.
What I did know was I wasn’t going to let my father find me this way… As I’m sure he too is feeling the affects of this “sudden” daughter. And so I somehow rose to my feet, and made my way to the main house.
He was inside a smoking room, with a short drink of whiskey at his side. “Well hello…” with this he rose to his feet, and sat down his paper. “Caught a nap did yah…” this struck me as a curious thing to say, as we had just arrived… But then as I looked at my small watch around my wrist, I realized that I must have been laying by the water for some three hours, and not realized it. I removed the watch and sat it on the end table nearby, for I had no interest in time as of late… Time had stopped the moment I descended into my mother’s pool… And in truth, I have yet to have ascended. He approached me with a smidgen of curiosity in his eyes.
“What’s this on your face…” all slowed down as he reached to my face, and wiped away a bit of dirt near my right eye, the side of my face that had made a resting place of the ground by the water.
I teared up. Now I knew he didn’t know how to react to this, so instead he began to walk by me… I felt my heart sink, but then his hand took mine as he passed “Come on Mady, Tatenda has prepared us some food…”.
And so we went to supper.
End of Chapter Five
- Chapter One -State of Murder
- Chapter Two – Mother No More
- Chapter 2.5 – And Then He Came
- Chapter Three – My Father From Africa?
- Chapter 3.5 – A Diamond Mine
- Chapter 4 – Dream State
- Chapter VI – Taking Flight
- Chapter VII – The 13th Day
- Chapter VIII – Safari
- Conclusion – Stranger Ends
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I Died Once, Love, Novel, Story, Writing with tags Africa, Father, Mady, Sadness, Withdrawl on October 16, 2011 by darkjade68