Silver Blue Wheat, a short story by F_I_Guindin. Times viewed: 488
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- Intro: "Your eyes..." she said without realizing. "You're my world." "I know." She closed her eyes and took one last deep, warm and clean breath.
Silver Blue Wheat
By F_I_Guindin"Taisie, please, call your brother and talk to him," Taisie's mother whined. "Tell him he can come back to live with us."
"No, mom. He's going to say no. I know him." Taisie protested.
"But, Taisie-" Taisie cut her off. Her knuckles were white against the doorknob.
"Mom. I said I don't want to. It's not my fault he lives with dad!" She exclaimed. "It's not my fault you are both weak and don't want to stand up for yourselves!"
Her mom was crying. But she really didn't care. She knew her mother was just doing it to break her daughter's façade.
"Look, mom, I'm not doing this. You can do it yourself." She shoved her phone at her mom. "He's your son. It's your responsibility, not mine." She kicked the door shut and locked it.
Taisie closed her blue eyes and sighed. The screamo music beating all over her room from the radio was like candy to her ears at times like these. Her life was like Luke 15:11-32, the parable of the prodigal son.
Taisie's brother had left two years ago from their mother's household to live with their father. Taisie knew better than him. Taisie knew that her father wasn't a good parent but her brother thought otherwise. What was ironic was that her brother was under depression and was suicidal because of his dad but didn't want to come back to live with them. Taisie was positive it was because back when her brother went to live with her dad for the first time, her mother had scared him telling him that if he wanted to come back he'd have to get on his knees and ask for forgiveness. She'd always thought her mother was too dramatic.
She was like the other son, the one that didn't get even ‘thanks' for always being faithful to his father. But that wasn't what annoyed her the most, it was the fact that she had to be the mediator and the fact that her mother made her feel like all this was her fault and if her brother were to hurt himself that it would be her fault.
"People..." she muttered and sighed again.
She had never liked her life. She'd always been the melancholic one without many friends and when she did have them, they would always forget about her. She would stop trusting them and have to start all over again. It was like a circle that never ended.
She went up and stood in front of the mirror. She took the prayer card that was pinched between the wood frame and the mirror. It had an angel in the front. She'd always loved angels, talking to them was like an escape from her life and a way to forget that she was the one in the background. She enjoyed talking to them. She would talk to many of them - her guardian angel, Camael, Uriel, Hadraniel, Gabriel, and Michael. She liked angels they were everything she'd always wanted to be - strong, courageous, beautiful, and leaders. She'd talk to them even if they couldn't hear her. Even if they did, they would never say anything back to her, but it made her feel peaceful.
She threw herself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She concentrated on the uneven sponge-made paint lines that looked like leaves as her world seemed to pour away from her.She opened her eyes, realizing she'd fallen asleep and her window was still open. The cold air outside was getting inside the room. She walked up to the window and opened the curtains. Down by the sidewalk was a guy. He was looking up at her. And he was absolutely gorgeous. It suddenly got very hot in her room, or maybe it was just her.
The guy smiled at her and extended a hand. No matter how drop-dead gorgeous the guy was, she was not going to go down there. She could definitely break his nose and arms if she had to, but she was not going to risk it. She shut the window and closed the curtains. She turned and gasped when she saw him standing right in front of her.
But this time she could see his golden wings and steel armor. Across his back he had what looked like a sheathed sword and a steel shield lined with gold. His hair was curly and the golden color of wheat, except it was almost white. His eyes were the color of summer and Heaven. When she looked at them, her world disappeared once again.She woke up abruptly after feeling a warm breeze, not usual for Minnesota in the middle of winter, against her skin and roughness against her back. When she opened her eyes, her first thought was that she'd been abducted. Then, when she really looked at her surroundings she thought she was dreaming. Her back was against a tree and the leaves were covering the sun for her. She was in a valley with green rolling hills surrounding her. The one she was on was facing a beautiful river. Across it was some sort of city. It reminded her of her homeland in the Caribbean. She used to leave in a beautiful farm, always surrounded by its green pastures. She took a deep, clean warm breath.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" said a voice above her shoulder. She gave a little gasp in surprise and looked back. The guy from earlier was in an almost-sitting position, reminding her of a frog, with his hands on his knees playing with a blade of grass.
"Who are you?" she asked, surprised her voice wasn't trembling.
He tossed his head back and laughed. His laugh was like a million hearts singing or a piece played perfectly in a piano. It filled her up from her toes to her ears. "Well how could you not know?" He grinned at her, displaying perfectly white teeth. "We talk every day."
Taisie's eyes widened with disbelief.
"My name is Silver," he smiled.
She looked at his sand-colored wings, then his golden hair, then his creamy, tanned skin, and then his amber eyes. "Well that's fitting," she said, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed. "I know!" He smiled at her, "Yours fits you better." He stood up and extended his arm towards Taisie. "Come on, let's take a walk." She took his hand and he helped her get up. She was wearing her skinny jeans and a cream-colored, satin tie neck blouse. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was grateful for it.
They were walking along a gravel path lined with rocks and the greenery of trees.
"So tell me about you," she broke the peaceful silence. His arm was linked together with hers as if they were going to a formal dance. His armor was cold against her skin.
"About me?" he asked.
"Yea, I always talk to you but you never say anything back." She saw him smile from the corner of her eye.
"Of course I talk to you," she said to her surprise, "You just never listen." She, not sure how she did, felt his heart drop. He is right, she thought, I never listen.
"I'm sorry," she said and looked at him.
He smiled sadly at her. "Life is like that, Taisie. You know it, don't you?"
"Know what?"
"No one ever listens."
She completely knew where he was going. She nodded. "How come I can talk with and see my guardian angel and other people can't?"
"It's because we are soul mates," he said. "Every guardian angel is soul mate with its assigned mundane. We just happen to have a much stronger connection with each other."
"Soul mates? I thought that was for humans."
"Not really. Sometimes angels walk the Earth in human bodies, that's why some people have human soul mates."
They arrived at a huge golden gate adorned by two white, stone walls. The gates opened inwards when they stopped in front of it. A blinding light passed between the two grand doors.
"Here we are - the city of Eden."
She gasped at the beauty of the place. There were gold and white towers that shined like glass. Angels walked by them as if it were a normal thing to see a human there. There was a castle about fifty yards away from them. It stood there looking like a French chateau facing a small pond, which had an angel fountain in the middle.
"We have to hurry up, the dance is about to start."
"Dance?"
He swung her in his arms and before she could protest they were flying. The warm air smothered her skin. She looked at Silver's wings and saw his golden feathery wings cutting through the air. He landed like as graceful as a cat on the concrete porch of the chateau.
They walked again with their arms linked together and entered through the arched doorway into the brightness of the classical music-filled chateau. There were six columns surrounding the dance floor. An angel was playing a white piano in the corner. Feathers danced in the air with the music as they fell from the wings of angels.
An angel in a golden armor, complete with a sheathed sword and shield across his back, walked towards Taisie and Silver and bowed a greeting. "May the Lord be with you, Taisie and Silver," he smiled.
"And with you also, Saint Michael."
"Saint Michael?"
"Merry Christmas, Taisie," Saint Michael said.
"This is a Christmas party? And you invited me?" she asked in disbelief.
"I invited the whole world, but only the faithful ones came." He motioned a hand towards the dance floor, down the stairs.
Silver started to pull her with him. "You like your dress?"
"Dress?" She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing a gorgeous silvery-blue, princess ball gown. She gasped in surprise. "When did-"
He smiled as if saying that's a secret. He pulled her towards the dance floor and guided her steps to the music. They danced the whole night and never got tired. When the party ended, they said their proper goodbyes and walked back to the tree next to the hill.
"Taisie," Silver said. "I want to give you something." She turned to look back at him. He shoved his fisted hand towards her. There was light poking through his fingers. He opened his palm and revealed a glowing blue zircon surrounded by a rock that looked like golden wheat when the light wasn't shining on it and silver when it was. "Happy Birthday," he grinned at her. The light from the zircon reflected in his eyes, making them look silver.
"Thanks," Taisie said and smiled.
"You can talk to me easier with that," Silver said, looking sad.
"Your eyes..." she said without realizing.
"You're my world."
"I know." She closed her eyes and took one last deep, warm and clean breath.
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