New Story ~ Part 2

February 26, 2013 at 3:45 am (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (fun, story, tale, writing)

Sakira had sat down on a rock beside the river where she was rinsing the last of the wash. The last vestige of a strange vibration of sound had converged with everything around her, tickling her throat. Eyes wide and breathless she looked around. Her eyes watered and she continued to blink.

Was something wrong with her eyes? Could one gain sight when not blind?

The vibrant colors around her twinkled and stung in overwhelming beauty. The river Frakenflo gurgled and bubbled a whispered song as it flowed. Crackles and snaps came from the ground as her feet shifted where she sat. Bells seemed to be ringing in the trees and faded as the birds flew away into a wispy song sang by the movement of their wings. They grew louder as they flew over head; heralding the newness of unmuted freedom.

What strange sounds, like happiness and delight has found an instrument or been given its tongue for the first time!

She remembered the odd vibrations that came from within her own chest and added her voice to the birds again. She stood and raised her arms in abandon, so enraptured in the ecstasy of sound and color. As her hands came down and together; she startled at the SMACK. Again she brought her hands together in quick motion – SMACK! She threw her head back and laughed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bringing her hands closer to her ears, she repeated the action. SMACK!
Sakira jumped and shook hear head at the ringing that began its own chorus in her ears.
Trying to ascertain why every sound had such abrupt clarity whereas before she seemed to live in a muted existence. She knew sounds but now she felt them, the volume brightened, the notes refined.

The wind blew more than her hair or tickled the skin, but the very air brushed hollow and deep by her ears. The ground had definition, differing textures and hues that inundated her iridian vision. Trees went from emerald to brown to emerald again in mind boggling variety. The sky overhead was bright blue with puffy white words encoded on its tablet. The Circle of Fire was aflame, rose and yellow setting on a purple canvas.

She felt reborn with the world around her.

Next installment next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤