A Strange Occurrence
The man started awake to the sound of what sounded like, but could never be, an infants wail. He knew it couldn’t be a baby because he was miles away from his closest neighbor, another recluse like himself, and nobody in their right mind would travel with a baby through the windstorm outside. He assumed it was the wind or some animal outside, nothing to worry about. Right?
As the man, Jason, went about checking that his windows and doors ere secure against the wind that beat against his house from all sides he continued to hear the screech from outside, drawing closer. After an hour or so of hearing the heart wrenching howls from just outside his front door Jason opened the door to see the strangest sight he had never thought he’d see; A baby. Now there were a lot of strange things about hat Jason saw when he opened the door; The infant seemed unaffected by the wind or the cold, the baby was without a parent or any mean to get onto his porch and the child was a shade of white that humans just don’t achieve.
Jason took the child into his home with the intention of keeping it safe until he could take the infant to a better place for a small baby.
Ten years later a he heard a knock at his door, when Jason opened the door he saw a wild looking woman with the same color skin as the child he had intended to get rid of when the storm broke. “Where is my child?” she asked in a breathy voice “It is time for my child to return to their home.” Jason was quite taken aback, this woman wanted a child she had abandoned on his doorstep in a storm back? “I’m not sure you should have him back…” He said softly, not wanting to anger her. “He’s been happy here.” The woman smiled in understanding as she said “Jason, you have done your work wonderfully, but windfolk need only live as human for the first ten years of life.” As the woman spoke he felt is spirit lift and soar as if he were flying. When he came down both the woman and the child had gone, as had any evidence of either.
As the days left him so too did all hi memory of the encounter.
So here is my story inspired by wind, perhaps when I finish this I’ll have some new interesting current events fodder for my blogs…
Yours in Queerness,
Posted on December 28, 2011, in My Mind, Other, Stories, Uncategorized and tagged a, baby, book, child, kids, kindness, Love, memory, Occurrence, short, storm, strange, wind, youth. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.