Very Short Stories

The Rolling Hill

The Rolling Hill
By Michelle Vigilo
Written July 4th 1999 Copyright 1999
9:56pm

There’s a hill here before me. I want to touch it, I want to reach out and grab what it holds. I want to rest my cheeks upon the smoothly cut rocks and close my eyes and dream by the rushing streams. I want to reach across and gently wave my hands across its soft melody grass and feel the tickle of its blades wipe across my skin. I want to feel the sense of joy scrambled up my waist. I want to tingle with goose bumps. I want to roll and stretch my body and feel the dampness of the mist from here streams. I want to feel the roughness of the earth scrape across my back. I want to stretch and wake the very sense in my bones. I want to move across the plain and breath the cool summer set breath. I want to close my eyes and have the sun touch my face as my body moves in her shadow and cools in her subtle breeze. I want to pour like the stream and flow freely down the slope and float above the small lake that shines her beauty back to the heavens. I want to fade with the haze that rises in the mist of falls I want my eyes to breath, weave across the lake, and suck up its juices of life. I want to dry on the beach of her love and sing to the tunes of the stream trickling before me as the sun slowly dangles as the night closes in. It’s torturous. All the things that I left behind somehow find me when I’m all-alone. They come to me they run rapid in my mind finding there place and ripping apart any sense of hope I have. They haunt me, I batter myself this frustration of life builds in me! I often hate the being that lives in me. It grows it grows stranger each day and I who am the foot has lost all control. It owns me now. It holds me captive here in my room. I want to touch life and live in my daydreams. Unbelievable daydreams of happiness and love. People who care and reach for me. Am I my own enemy? Have I become what’s around me at all times. My fear is that it has. I only write of myself. The heart that dies, I try to understand but can’t make any sense of it all. I don’t want to do anything. I get a feeling inside of anger and disgust. I feel as if no one understands and no one can release me from the diamonds that come in the night. I’m buried in this suction. It has suffocated me. I want a happier time then I retract. I can’t get the throbbing out of my gut. I can’t shake what grows in my stomach. I want to be freed- I want the world. I’m wasting my life and feel as if my greatest fear will come true of waking up one day and hating myself for releasing my youth. Wasting this time of openness and life. I feel as if I’m just taking up space. I believe that nothing will make me happy. Iwant to cry so bad but once again the tears are tired and dried for so many years. Now I’ve been cut off from what I use to feel. I’m angered and hopeless- I feel as if I’m already dead but the one difference is that I’m still breathing. The only thing that’s preventing peace is my breath.

Chance Meeting

By Michelle Vigilo

There’s a shadow that creeps past the night. All alone on this deserted plain. The fields stretch on forever. The mist falls on the long green blades freeing the feeling of a dried out soul. To look across this land with a shallow heart, nothing there, nothing waiting. The wind gently flutters through the long deep grass, phantoms on the plains. Broken window, deserted air, it howls through the silence that tingles in my ears. Oh just waiting for the rain to fall, to cover the ground and moisten the earth. I lay awake on this night the scene so dark it falls into a purple haze. The gray clouds wipe against the moon, taking all of the light away.

The brisk dusk of morn shines on my heart as I hold out my arms and stretch. There are the fields on my right, a lavish display of green rolling down the hills. The day rings in with a sweet scent of the rose bloom day. The wind flutters in catching the aroma of lilacs in the fields. Breathtaking beauty take me away. The sky opens up to a painters dream, a cloud busts out in a vibrant red, catching the rays of the sun as they slowly turn to yellow. Holding on to the clouds is a deep purple in bloom. Whisking the heavens the breeze is alive. Falling on my face the warm sun flutters. Wiping me clean and taking what is hers.

Up on the hill all relished in green lays a little white house that sings a bright tune. I hear this noise enter my ears, swish around my head and settle in my heart. A slight beat of a drum, a tinge of hope; looking upward I see what my mind won’t believe. I stand in the doorway with a smile on my face as she leads me into the most wonderful place. I sit by the side looking out into this world of someone whose stumbled onto unfortunate days. The life I believe, the true meaning to live, it’s there in their eyes. I try to reach out and catch what they hold. I stretch out my arms, and open my hands. I fall to the ground and land on my knees. Scratching at their ways and begging for their peace, as a tear in my eye escapes from a prison. And there they go pouring it into my hands. I gather all the thoughts, the large and the small along with the little pieces that flee. I quickly grab at the light that flows from their eyes. I jump and I catch all of their words. I willingly open my heart to their ways as I gasp in the air that flows from their mouths. It’s a peace that I found and promised to never let go.

A gentle wind caught in the cracks silently blows in., it swirls around in a maze. A step afar captures my ears; I look towards the motion inside. In through the sudden breeze wraps around a mass. A slanted smile, I shut my eyes as a sweet sound whispers in my ears. Across the way I feel the stare pelting down on me. I look for a moment and raise my brow. Then it was there an overwhelming image that punctured my thoughts and lightened my heart. I breathed in a most precious smile gulping down its sight. The sun shone in the crystal white pane, pouring its light all over a soul. Phantom so present take me away in the vibrant red orb that stands before me. I gasp for my breath as I dwindle down in a spiral. Willingly I fall almost down to the floor. I look to my side as a hand holds on and picks me up to a place that I’ve never seen before. Oh the light shines down on me, flows over my body and unto this moment. It takes me away as I lose myself to the sight. I stumble and fall, tripping over words that I can’t find. Then there is a voice that fills in all my gaps, so kind and gentle and real.

Grasp me, my eyes bleed the plead. My hand steadily reaches out and falters. It slightly shakes as I wish to touch a truth. My hand is met in a gaze that brightens my sight and pleases my soul. I feel the strength embody my feelings and pour down my thoughts. Stay with me forever-sweet moment of truth. Take me away from this lonely place and seal a chamber around me. Rest it here, against my chest. I feel the beating heart entwined in my fingers. Follow me down, follow me away, and follow me wherever I go. Cross this plain and over the hills. Up the steep mountains that reign in the east. Flow over the river, jump through the pond, relish in the sun drawn dawn. Fly through the heavens and lay under the sky. Fall into the dusk of the summer blue nights. Wait with me, talk through your tongue. I will understand.

III

In the glory of a sun drenched morn I walk along the sidewalk. The fresh warm air gently whips around me. I walk in the treasured soft breeze that flutters through my dress as I slowly wipe the hair from my eyes. I stretch my arms out and tilt my face up to the sun. I take a step around and swirl along with the wind, sipping each breath of a wondrous high. I clasp my hands and move forward taking each step slowly, enjoying the fresh smell of the summers bloom. Strawberry, rose, lilac and thyme all bounce around in the air and surround my light mood. Precious this time what little is left as I walk in the sunrays of the life.

In breath of dawn and the winds of light my senses capture the essence of something real. Before me in a shadow it suddenly appears.

Like two clouds bursting apart allowing a sudden sunray being let lose in the fiery gray sky.

Everywhere I look I will never find. Though I sometimes see you there. But just a fraction, it’s not the whole.

BWNM

She stood there in utter silence, unaware of my presence, my being. It was as if she were taken away, possessed by some sort of phantom that danced upon the field. We both lingered along the edge of the clearing under the Willows. I, an arms length behind. Entangled in her shadow. She was beyond my soul. Her face caught a chill in the warm summer air as she said to me, “This is where I’ll be Julian, this is where I’ll be…..” The soothing touch of her weightless tone captured my soul, devoured my being. She then smiled. And as she smiled some sort of pureness had leaked form her eyes. She swept against my heart, washing me away.

She turned toward me, A subtle glance, a gentile stare….All of life beamed from her pale green eyes. Her gaze was so real. She then whispered, “This is where I belong, where I belong.” I felt her breath….It passed through my lungs, the heaviness of her fears, her freedom, her warmth and her need. The pureness of truth that leaked from her eyes moved my soul, capturing an essence. Her smile swept against my spirit, scaring the very tissues of a passion so sacred and true. But she was beyond my reach, it felt as if I couldn’t touch her.

She had a succulent face of soft rounded corners and a glow that reflected the sun. Her soft amber curls tumbled about her shoulders in the breeze. She had long thick lashes that flowed to her cheeks and a chin that plunged towards her heart as she smiled.

That tranquil moment could have lasted forever. She reached for my hand, I stumbled and faded. My sweltering heart plunged into her depths. I wished her to swallow me whole. The existence of my one true being. All of lovely life had poured down upon me.

Tumbling down the day sank before us in a faint lavender shade of gray. We were lost, somewhere among the pasture, stretched there before our eyes in a maze of natures dust. We stood upon the mountainous pasture overlooking the world. She was taken away by the beauty of the field, one of which only paradise can produce. She turned to me. I stared into her pale green eyes with wonder. She whispered, “I’ve touched the heat that fell from the sky.”

We just stood there under the flowery pink veil of haze. The clouds were smeared about the sky. The evening was fading in its crisp gray tone. The sullen moon peaked out at times in its platinum Armour of steel. Early evening stretched before our eyes. There was a breath of cool summer air. She spun around. My body moved in her shadow. The was something in the field, something reaching for her.

She turned, looked at me and said, “This field here before me…..I want to reach out and grab what it holds. I want to rest my cheeks upon its rocks. I want to close my eyes and dream by the rushing stream. I want to lay by the babbling brooks and listen to the tune of Sweet Williams hymn. I have to reach across and gently wave my hands over the soft luscious grass and touch the sense of something real. I want to feel the tickle of its blades wipe across my skin. I need to roll and stretch. I want my body to feel the dampness of the mist that rises from her streams. I want to feel the roughness of the earth scrap across my back. I want to stretch and wake the very sense in my bones. I want to pour down her rippling hills and wrap within her emerald coat of silken touch. I want to dive into her murmuring brooks of life and cleanse myself. Have her rushing streams flow over my battered body and purify my soul once again. I want to pour like a stream and flow freely down the slopes. I want to float above the small lake that shines her beauty back to the heavens. I want to fade with the haze that rises in the mist of the falls. I need to suck up its juices in this life. I must harness these rippling hills that tug on my heart and lives in my veins. I want to close my eyes and have the sun touch my face. I want to sing the tune of the streams trickling before me as the sun slowly dangles above the field.”

There the sun sank before us in a shimmering glow of burnt blue haze, simply a painters dream. The clouds drooped. And then there in the sky hung the queen of the night dripping it’s pure white gold about. It was getting darker and my time with her was slipping away. We gazed beyond the distance and then we were gone.

She burst through the side door and into the courtyard. She opened the small gate and ran across the dirt road towards the woods that were nestled at the bottom of the hill. She quickly ran away from his anger, her fathers treacherous howl torched her heals. Her father’s cries hollowed her heart. His dark roars pierced her ears and pushed her further and further up the steep hill till she blended with the trees and faded from his sight. She was running from his ways and thoughts, she was running from his marriage of convenience to a man who didn’t hold her heart. That hardened moment twisted in her mind. She choked on her tears and stumbled over the branches as she crawled up the slop to the field. Confusion was her only guide. She pushed her way through all the debris that was sprawled across the ground. She desperately looked all around for a breath of silence from the madness within.

And there she was standing by the field under a flowery pink veil of haze. I, by her side afraid to speak or even whisper a breath of my presence. Her eyes were burning. She gazed beyond the distance with a haunting glare. There was a fiery mist of haze that rose from the field. Her face caught a chill in the warm summer air as her soft amber curls tumbled in the breeze. I knew her pain. She looked at me, my eyes slowly melted into hers. There was a gentile wind that fluttered through her ribbons of dress as she whispered her whole heart and faith, “Julian, do you know what the saddest thing is?” She closed her eyes and graciously uttered, “When you leave and no one follows. When you look back and no one’s there, when you wait and no one comes.” Those tears of hers silently disappeared as she gave a slight smile. She looked out to the field and said, “This is where I belong. This is where I belong. Where the mighty breath of paradise breathes, this wondrous beauty in life. It’s something I can’t get away from, it seems to be attached to my soul.”

Early evening stretched before our eyes in a burnt orange glow. The clouds were smeared about the sky. The sky was a marvelous beauty. The pale shade of red orange glow faded to a pondering blue hue. And there we were one body alone, looking out towards the field.

III

And there I was at the foot of the hill, watching her. I stood behind a tree, concealed my self from her. I watched, I watched as she bent down and picked another flower for her basket….So gentile, pure and calm. Her curls bounced about as she slowly brushed them aside from her shoulders. She then just stood there looking over all of the pretty flowers she had chosen. Picking them apart from each other and placing them together. Right then I knew, My heart began to pound against my chest. My body was shaken from within. I felt a strange feeling of knowing what was to happen. I knew it inside. The air that I breathed grew thin. I wanted to yell to her but it was too late. Her beau came out through the door. She didn’t turn around, it happened too fast. He wrapped his arm around her body and quickly stabbed her in the neck. My scream echoed in the air and shattered my being. I ran toward them and threw him aside, swiping her off of her feet. I desperately crossed the dirt road and began to climb the hill. I heard her, I heard her whisper something to me but I didn’t catch what she had said. The tears burned a hole in my face as I carried her to the field.

When I reached the field it was a roaring beauty. The sun fell from the heavens onto us. I slowly moved through the pure green brush and laid her in the center of the field. The blood from her neck dribbled down onto my skin, scaring my flesh with hate. She lay there so helpless and me so unable to help her. My heart sunk low into my soul. I felt the deepest sadness rise above my throat and into my mouth. I felt a cold chill in the summer air, it stiffened my bones and chilled my spine. I was sinking away, away from all that I knew. There was a rush that ran from my body and distorted my head. I couldn’t think anymore all I could do was comfort her. I cradled her head in my hands and pressed her skin close to mine. I wanted to fade into her.

The fore of my frown dripped into the depths. My heart could only hold her love. The emptiness in my gut widened and became a pit of despair. I felt all of life rush out of me. The deepening in my throat, my heart pounded with every breath she drew. I coughed up only pain. Every part of my body quivered and sank only for her. Her blood tore a hole in my being releasing every drop of hope I had. I fell to the ground and wished for the earth to swallow us whole. My eyes couldn’t see anymore, all I saw was her blood. Her blood stained the grass, it stained the field that she once new as life. There was a rush of wind that blew over us, I wished it to blow our souls away.

A dark heavy cloud covered the sun, selfishly pulling all of life away. I felt her holding on. I heard her whisper my name, my heart fell and sank to the deepest part of agony. Those pale green eyes of hers that once glittered in the sun were now cold and distant, lost in the misery of fate. Every breath she breathed failed. I tried to breath for her but I couldn’t hold on to what she had. We both breathed and as I exhaled with her, I lost everything I knew. I cradled her in my arms and cried as her soul escaped to the heavens. The sun soon faded, as my soul slowly died.

I sit alone in this stale breath of summer air as the sun slowly slips through the tree-lined end. The heaviness of the fiery mist has somehow wrapped itself about my body. Disgustingly suffocating. It smothers and strangles my soul. This space of emptiness. This pit of despair, a comatose darkness of nothing real. The hopelessness of this empty life follows me everywhere. I’m falling deeper and deeper, further away from what I once knew. This straight line of nothingness has found me once again. Bolted down through the depths of sorrow. This feeling of despair that silently creeps inside, leaving my heart fearfully blain. I’m cursed by a passion so deep in my heart it won’t ever let me go. I’m separated from everything while all of life goes on.

I pray for her this breathless eve as all my life I have. I look for her across this barren plain. If only I can reach out and feel her touch, I want to feel what I once knew. Tangled here within my eyes, I see her….The breath of the earth. I see her dance upon the field on gusty days. She’s a dream, a dream that follows me everywhere. She is attached to my soul, something I can’t get away from. I remember her in the day. I try to capture those moments again as I reach to touch the passions that lay beyond this prison. I know her soul lies here upon this field of holy rest

The secrets of madness ramble around me as that dark day plays about my head. It’s etched in the corner of my mind. There’s a hatred that stirs from within and a shifting in my head of not realizing or understanding why. I’m tormented by that gray pale sin.

Alone in the field on a gray blue night,……Gasping and choking on the misty fallen dusk. Devastating my bones this wild fire of life. Confined restlessness in which I want to explode. The only thing preventing forever peace is my breath so I’m just waiting now, that’s all I’m doing. I often wonder if it matters anymore. If I could only hold her body close to mine and whisper in her ear……Breathe when you’re near me.

All writen by Michelle Vigilo

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