The Sixteenth Tale of Passing Through – Elene’s Windows

My life was full of things I couldn’t do; so this was just something else to add to the list.

Doctor’s told me I would first lose lines and then light. Soon I would find out everything we see is a combination of lines and light.

I spent hours studying the shapes of letters so I wouldn’t forget their unique stories.

Sitting with my paintings, I traced the outlines of the strokes with my fingertips trying to catalogue the texture and movement in my mind.

I spent many days laying in the grass looking up into the sunlight through swaying oak leaves.

My mother’s voice awoke in my mind, scolding, ‘You’ll go blind staring at the sun like that!’

My scornful laugh and intensified staring was witnessed only by those oak leaves.

It’s a little late for me to worry about that isn’t it.

The Thirteenth Tale of Something Vaster – “A Nameless Pup Awakens”

They say you don’t remember the first couple months, but I can still sense them – full of warm wet kisses and cozy naps.

Everything changed when she stopped coming back.

No matter how much we pleaded, her spot remained empty.

The hollowness of my aching stomach spread to my heart as I understood she was never coming back.

All of our cries weakened gradually.

One by one my sisters and brothers stopped whining.

And moving.

Long gone were the days of cozy naps and warm kisses.

My family was lost and our home was cold.