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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Memory (07/10/08)

TITLE: Faded Tears
By Racheal Chand
07/12/08


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It was cold, but the coldest place for Celia was her own mind. Things were jumbled again today and Celia was having a hard time remembering where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. Movement on the bench caused her to turn and look at a young woman wearing a simple blue summer dress. She had chestnut hair and the greenest eyes you have ever seen. The sadness mirrored in those green pools prodded the older woman to pat the young woman’s soft creamy hand.
“What is wrong dear child? You look so sad.”
The younger woman turned and faced the kind lady. A muffled sob escaped as she squeezed the older woman’s hand, as if she was hoping to press out some comfort. “I lost my baby today. The doctor said I did nothing wrong-that these things happen but I feel awful. I feel so lost and broken. I—” she fumbled over her words as she tried to gain some composure, “I couldn’t go home.”
The older woman’s eyes faded slightly, as if she was entering into another time and place. She began to share her story, but she wasn’t only telling the story, she was living it. The room changed in her mind and transformed into a room seen many years past. She could feel herself growing nervous as she reiterated the doctor’s startling prognosis. Celia sat frozen, wondering how she was going to explain the news to her husband. The fear was settling in until she looked at the precious little girl in her arms. It had taken her so long to have this baby and now she was to lose her. The pain over thinking what these next months would bring was unsettling. The tears came then unabated by shame, but pushed out by pure un-abandoned love.
Celia broke the silence as the memory fell into the background of her mind. “I myself lost a child, my dear. Oh she was beautiful. She was the perfect little girl, with the most beautiful eyes. Her cheeks were so pink that you wanted to place your lips on them constantly.”
The tears were pouring down both of their cheeks now. Two kindred spirits one mourning the past moments and the other mourning the future one’s lost. Then the tears faded as Celia turned to the young woman.
“The doctor said the same thing to me. It isn’t your fault, these things just happen. But I still miss my little Rose.” The older woman faded again into the depths of her memories where happiness and sorrow intermingled themselves and caused chaos and confusion until it spiraled out of control like that of a top being pushed to hard on a slippery kitchen floor. The young woman remained next to Celia, familiar with Alzheimer’s and the symptoms the disease caused.
Before all light faded from Celia’s beautiful green eyes the younger woman spoke, “I’m still here Mama, your little Rosebud.”
Celia’s eyes cleared as she turned and looked at a person who mirrored her youth. The old woman’s weathered and withered hands reached out and gently cupped the young woman’s soft cheek. “Do you know that you have the greenest eyes I have ever seen, and your cheeks are so rosy I feel as if I could kiss them constantly?”
A cry broke free, and the tears poured out relentlessly. “No Mama, I didn’t know that.” Before more was said the light faded in Celia’s eyes and the past once more intermingled with the present. She re-entered the place she often lived, filled with happy and joyous moments in a past time she could only see.
Rose moved closer to her mother and wrapped one arm around her. “I’m still here Mama,” she whispered, as she remembered the day’s where her mother’s eyes never faded and her tears were one’s of joy. Her hand rested on her empty abdomen and at that moment she felt closer to her mother than any moment ever remembered.


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Sara Harricharan 07/17/08
Hmmm, I sense there is more to this story than you had room to add. Please don't stop here, I'd love to know what happened next. It's a very interesting story line and I want to know more about these two characters. Nice job, a little sad, but good. ^_^
Norma-Anne Hough 07/18/08
Sad story well told. Pity you had to limit the words.
Well done.
Norms