The cabin smells of cedar, flowers, dust and a hint of decay. An old woman stands near a table with her back to a Heather. The woman has long grey hair and is bent over with old age.
"Where am I?" asks Heather.
"Ahh, the prize wakes." says the old woman.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" asks Heather at that moment Heather remembers tales of witches stealing small children for their supper.
"Oh please miss, don't eat me. I'm hardly a mouth full." says Heather.
The old woman laughs coarsely and turns around. "Heh, Heh, It's not your flesh I want my dear." says the old woman.
As Heather gets a look at the old woman in the dim candle light she can see the lines in her face from old age and her green eyes. Her eyes are piercing which, haunts Heather and at the same time they look familiar.
"What do you want of me then?" asks Heather noticing for the first time that her hands, feet and waist are tied to a post.
"Your dreams dear. They will bring a handsome price." says the old woman.
The old woman steps closer touching Heather's hair and looking into her eyes.
"Dreams of summer nights, fall days and curl haired boys. Yes, they will bring a handsome price indeed."says the old woman.
The old woman turns back to her work on the table.
Heather thinks about this. She does dream of summer nights, the wind tickling her naked skin, the water feeling like silk. And of fall days, the color flooding the mind with beauty. And aspecially the curly haired boy, the way he stares at her and when she catches his eye, he looks away quickly like he's been caught doing something devilish. This makes her feel best of all. How could she live without these dreams?
"Noo please! Don't take my dreams! I'll do anything!" screams Heather.
"Almost finished now. One more ingredient." says the old woman.
"Noo please, please!" screams Heather.
The old woman turns form the table and blows powder in Heather's face. " Hush now child. You'll have nightmares if you continue and they bring a poor price." says the old woman.
Heather tries to scream, but a feeling of contentment fills her mind with midsummer nights. Slumber is too inviting. She dreams of the curly haired boy.
"Where am I?" asks Heather.
"Ahh, the prize wakes." says the old woman.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" asks Heather at that moment Heather remembers tales of witches stealing small children for their supper.
"Oh please miss, don't eat me. I'm hardly a mouth full." says Heather.
The old woman laughs coarsely and turns around. "Heh, Heh, It's not your flesh I want my dear." says the old woman.
As Heather gets a look at the old woman in the dim candle light she can see the lines in her face from old age and her green eyes. Her eyes are piercing which, haunts Heather and at the same time they look familiar.
"What do you want of me then?" asks Heather noticing for the first time that her hands, feet and waist are tied to a post.
"Your dreams dear. They will bring a handsome price." says the old woman.
The old woman steps closer touching Heather's hair and looking into her eyes.
"Dreams of summer nights, fall days and curl haired boys. Yes, they will bring a handsome price indeed."says the old woman.
The old woman turns back to her work on the table.
Heather thinks about this. She does dream of summer nights, the wind tickling her naked skin, the water feeling like silk. And of fall days, the color flooding the mind with beauty. And aspecially the curly haired boy, the way he stares at her and when she catches his eye, he looks away quickly like he's been caught doing something devilish. This makes her feel best of all. How could she live without these dreams?
"Noo please! Don't take my dreams! I'll do anything!" screams Heather.
"Almost finished now. One more ingredient." says the old woman.
"Noo please, please!" screams Heather.
The old woman turns form the table and blows powder in Heather's face. " Hush now child. You'll have nightmares if you continue and they bring a poor price." says the old woman.
Heather tries to scream, but a feeling of contentment fills her mind with midsummer nights. Slumber is too inviting. She dreams of the curly haired boy.
damn, everytime i see this profile my brain goes PING!
I think i'm still trying to find a cause i'd be willing to die for...I want to find something I can invest that much of my soul in. I just need to be more informed, before I know what that thing is.
Well, my personal cause is the freedom of Choice. No matter what the subject is as long as it's not affecting anyone in an adverse way, then people should have a right to choose the path of happiness. We are slowly losing that in this country.