Sarah Williams sat behind the front desk of the silent bookstore, listlessly flipping throught the pages of a magizine. There was no one around and it was nearing closing time. She thought about closing up earily, but knew that Mr. Johnson, her boss, would dock her pay if she did, even if it was only for a few dollars. The brand new camra over the door would give him the right to do that. Why a bookstore needed a video camra was beyond her, but then, it wasn't her money that was beening spent on it, so what difference did it make?
Letting out a long, low sigh, Sarah closed the magizine and turned to stare out the tiny window that was behind the front desk. Sometimes, like now, when she was all alone and the sun was setting, she would day dream. Sometimes her dreams were about her childhood, and all the time she spent with her nose in a fantasy book. Other times, like now, her dreams were about an imagenary some-body that she had made up when she was 15. She could never quite see him clearly, only a profile in a dark corridor.
Although Sarah had grown up and left behind her teenage years of daydreams and make-believe, sometimes, in her mind, she'd see an image so clear that she'd think it was real. But when she tried to reach out to this "memory" it would fade, having her feeling abandoned, like her friends had left her.
The only problem was, Sarah didn't have any friends. After her emotional fall-out, she'd had no one, not even her family. Everyone thought that she was crazy, because one day her parents had caught her talking to the mirror. Now, that may not seem like an odd thing; alot of people talk to theirselives in the mirror. But Sarah hadn't been talking to herself. No, she'd been talking to someone. She'd been so sure that someone was there that her step mother had talked her father into going to a "special doctor" who had, after talking with her, given Sarah some pills that helped her with her "problem".
So now, when ever Sarah sees something that no one else does, or when she thinks something (or someone) is there that's not, she grabs a pill and makes the 'images' go away. That was the only way that she could survive, after seeing the hospital that her step-mother would have forced her in if she'd gone on believing that her dream about a hansome man and dwarf were real.
Although Sarah was now a legal adult, 25 and a half, living on her own and supporting herself, she still feared what her step-mother would do to her if she stopped taking her pills, so she lived day by day with only her historical romances and her pills. Not much, but, for her, enough.
As Sarah stared out the window, a pure white owl landed on a tree branch outside the bookstore. He sat like royality, back straight and tall. His feathers were smooth and soft looking. But his eyes, they are what held Sarah's interest. They were large and hypnotizing. He looked at her for a bit, then cocked his head the the side.
"Sarah......" the voice was drawn out and deep, like a man's would be. That one simple word, her name, triggered a flicker of images. One of a tall, blonde man who stood before a pair of open french doors, like the kind in her father's bedroom. Another of the blonde man standing before a short little dwarf, looking imtimidating and slightly evil.
A dazed look came into Sarah's blue eyes as the owl watched, puzzled at the emotions flying across her face. He turned his head, his dark eyes following her as she stood, staggeringly making her way toward womens' bathroom in the back of the small store. Once in there, he watched through the open door as she pulled a small amber bottle from her jeans pocket and shook out two small blue pills. She threw them into her mouth, then folded her hands together so that she could drink the clear water that flowed out of the sink spout from them.
The owl watched as she sank to the tiled floor, her head on her up-drawn knees. He didn't know what was in that pill bottle, but he didn't like it.
No, he didn't like it at all....
Hope ya enjoyed that and I hope to have more up soon.
As Always,
~Silver Lighting
Letting out a long, low sigh, Sarah closed the magizine and turned to stare out the tiny window that was behind the front desk. Sometimes, like now, when she was all alone and the sun was setting, she would day dream. Sometimes her dreams were about her childhood, and all the time she spent with her nose in a fantasy book. Other times, like now, her dreams were about an imagenary some-body that she had made up when she was 15. She could never quite see him clearly, only a profile in a dark corridor.
Although Sarah had grown up and left behind her teenage years of daydreams and make-believe, sometimes, in her mind, she'd see an image so clear that she'd think it was real. But when she tried to reach out to this "memory" it would fade, having her feeling abandoned, like her friends had left her.
The only problem was, Sarah didn't have any friends. After her emotional fall-out, she'd had no one, not even her family. Everyone thought that she was crazy, because one day her parents had caught her talking to the mirror. Now, that may not seem like an odd thing; alot of people talk to theirselives in the mirror. But Sarah hadn't been talking to herself. No, she'd been talking to someone. She'd been so sure that someone was there that her step mother had talked her father into going to a "special doctor" who had, after talking with her, given Sarah some pills that helped her with her "problem".
So now, when ever Sarah sees something that no one else does, or when she thinks something (or someone) is there that's not, she grabs a pill and makes the 'images' go away. That was the only way that she could survive, after seeing the hospital that her step-mother would have forced her in if she'd gone on believing that her dream about a hansome man and dwarf were real.
Although Sarah was now a legal adult, 25 and a half, living on her own and supporting herself, she still feared what her step-mother would do to her if she stopped taking her pills, so she lived day by day with only her historical romances and her pills. Not much, but, for her, enough.
As Sarah stared out the window, a pure white owl landed on a tree branch outside the bookstore. He sat like royality, back straight and tall. His feathers were smooth and soft looking. But his eyes, they are what held Sarah's interest. They were large and hypnotizing. He looked at her for a bit, then cocked his head the the side.
"Sarah......" the voice was drawn out and deep, like a man's would be. That one simple word, her name, triggered a flicker of images. One of a tall, blonde man who stood before a pair of open french doors, like the kind in her father's bedroom. Another of the blonde man standing before a short little dwarf, looking imtimidating and slightly evil.
A dazed look came into Sarah's blue eyes as the owl watched, puzzled at the emotions flying across her face. He turned his head, his dark eyes following her as she stood, staggeringly making her way toward womens' bathroom in the back of the small store. Once in there, he watched through the open door as she pulled a small amber bottle from her jeans pocket and shook out two small blue pills. She threw them into her mouth, then folded her hands together so that she could drink the clear water that flowed out of the sink spout from them.
The owl watched as she sank to the tiled floor, her head on her up-drawn knees. He didn't know what was in that pill bottle, but he didn't like it.
No, he didn't like it at all....
Hope ya enjoyed that and I hope to have more up soon.
As Always,
~Silver Lighting