The Wall – A short story
The wall began to grow. The sun hid its brilliance behind the wall. Her shoulders slumped and she laid her head in her lap. All she wanted to do was live her life. To write, to paint and to draw. She wanted to show the world how she saw it. However, she began to think of all the people that mocked her and called her crazy or worthless. She only started her journey and now she couldn’t get off the front steps or move.
She looked back. That was her past. She didn’t want to go that direction. She looked to her left. It was filled with the energy of life. There were many people moving around there. They all wanted to do that path. Those were their paths. She made her decision sagging she looked to her right. People were laughing and having so much fun. It didn’t look like her kind of fun. She wanted to go forward down a new path. It was a new adventure and before she could start there was this wall.
She looked at the wall and thought. It was discouraging. The clouds darkened. The sky was now the same color as the wall. Her life had turned gray. Closing her eyes, the gray penetrated her mind. “No. You will not invade my mind. No more. I made my choice. I chose the path that I cannot see.” Light began to flicker in her mind.
Well, what are we going to do? We can’t go over or under or around. We can’t break through. How are we going to move? Questions pounded her mind. The wall shrunk and the sun pierced her soul. Hope began to bloom. How am I going to do this? It is me and only me. No one can break down this wall. I have to but it is too strong. It is too tall. It is too long. It is too dull. That gray is drab. Let’s paint the wall. With that idea, she stood up tall and strong, she turned around and grabbed her paints, pencils, and brushes. She ran out the door deposited her paints, pencils, and brushes in front of the wall. Then she turned back around into the house she went grabbed pens and paper. Back to the wall, she returned.
With a deep breath, she touched the wall and closed her eyes. In silence, she breathed. One in and one out. She saw a darkness. She breathed in again and out again. She felt the roughness of the wall. The roughness reminded her of emery boards to file her nails. Little bumps with mini spikes not sharp enough to break skin but sharp enough to feel. Smells of the bakery, pines, and cinnamon swirled around her. She concentrated harder. The sounds around her disappeared. Focusing on the wall, its rough texture, she drew her energy and pushed it to her finger tips. The wall faded from her touch. Emptiness took its place. In and out the breath came slowly, ever so slowly. Darkness stood closely, trying to wrap its arms around her. However, she stood firm in the void. Softly her hand began to glow upon the wall in her mind. Eyes still closed.