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Beneath the Shadow of the Sun

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Zarobella was standing silently behind me looking at the grave. I held Zarran my younger brother close to me. He was too young to understand the meaning of what had just taken place. My sister, Zarobella and I knew just too well what it meant as we both watched the two workmen heave the last of the soil onto the freshly dug grave. Having finished their task they laid the shovels onto their shoulders and walked away whistling. To them, this was just yet another daily task. To them it meant money. Money that would feed their families and keep them alive. The three of us stood alone silently. I could smell the sweet, cloying scent of the newly dug earth and I hated it. Already I was fighting a loosing battle within myself and Zarran’s few baby words finally broke me. “Where’s mama?” he asked looking round fidgeting.
He was too young to understand. How could Zarobella or I ever explain to him that his mother was gone. Gone never to return. Tears that had long been denied finally gathered in my eyes. Zarobella stepped forward and took Zarran from my grasp. “Mother’s gone to a better place Zarran and one day we will join her.” She said softly.
Zarran gazed up at her with his questioning baby blue eyes. “When?” he asked as if he wished to go today.
She ruffled his dark black hair, “Sooner or later we will all join her.” She told him then lifted her eyes to me. Trying desperately to hide the tears I turned my head away letting my curly copper locks of hair fall down to hide my eyes. But I knew she had already seen. “Come Rosezaro, lets go home there’s little else we can do here.” She turned leading little Zarran away out of the graveyard. Lingering for just a few moments more my eyes rested on the black roses around the gravestone and the two words engraved there, ‘Belladonna Khanati’ my mother.
this is a very small tincy wincy snippet of something I'm working on which I will share with you.
Any comments I recieve will either motivate me to continue or make me want to improve.
I'm unlikely to post the entire story here unless I fail in my hope to get published neways trying to get published is very far in the future. So here's this snippet. Tell me what you think including the good and the bad.
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dutchshun's avatar
I think its so very sad
probably thats why