Saturday, May 8, 2010

And the Wind Stopped...

He sat in his cell, his back to the cold, cement wall. Outside the wind howled and the rain fell hard against the steel bars. Outside the window, battered by rain, stood His peers. Silently judging. One by one, they all turned their backs on Him and walked away into the storm. After a while, only one person stood alone in the field. She pulled up her hood, and before she too turned away, she held His eye for a second. All day the wind roared outside the door. He sat in his cell, cold, wet, and tired. And alone. Days past and the wind did not let up. His peers went about their lives, already He was a distant memory. They thought nothing of him, except the one girl. She returned to the edge of the field every day, and watched Him slowly wither into nothingness. She came to watch Him, but never did she speak to him. She just stood silently, an observer.
One day, long after that first rainy night, she came again to visit Him. She stood on the edge of the field for a long time. Finally she summed up the courage and walked slowly over to his cell. She stood in the doorway, gazing in on Him. Their eyes meet and she whispered, "We turned our backs on you...we walked away." Then she walked away from him. The wind blew harder. The next morning came, and the wind still blew. All his peers went about their lives, barely noticing the wind anymore. Around midday, the wind stopped. And she alone knew what had happened...

1 comment:

a thinker said...

The second you add more to this, let me know.