TAPESTRY

by Tunnel Muse

Early spring morning, the rain has stopped, but the ground is still damp. The air is cool at this hour and the city sleeps. I’ve walked for hours through quiet city streets and alleyways where no one can see me… a shadow, a phantom dark, sitting on rooftops, watching the people passing by.

My father’s voice rings in my ears. “Too dangerous, not safe for you, mustn’t go Above.” But I go anyway.

I have no fear of the dark. The night is my ally and my cloak a shield. I’m on my way home now, while it’s still dark. The sun will be up in a few hours and I must go back.

My path is usually through the park by the carousel, but something strange is happening. There’s a pull coming from elsewhere. I don’t understand, it’s driving me to a different location. It’s pulling me further into the park in the other direction, toward a clump of trees. I find that I need to go there, and I haven’t any choice but to go there.

What is it? It makes no sense. It’s like a golden thread in a tapestry. This thread pulls me in and I must answer its call.

I move quickly and carefully to the location calling to me. Still not knowing why, but determined to find out what I would find there. The voice in my head pushes me further and ever forward.

I come upon a clearing and stop short. A van’s headlights are coming almost right at me and I freeze. Staring at the vehicle like a deer into bright light, I can’t move. My feet felt like they are in cement.

Suddenly, the doors of the van open and I pull back, trying not to be seen. They toss something out of the vehicle and drive off.

Stunned, I pause, but only for a moment, then run to see what they threw out. As I go closer, the thread I had felt grows stronger and stronger.

Curious.

As I get closer to see what was tossed like garbage, I see someone lying on the ground. I am shocked. Oh, my God!! How is this possible? How could someone treat a person like this?

My sympathy and empathy pull me toward the person on the ground. I can feel the golden thread pulling me toward the woman in front of me. The thread hums louder and louder. I can see her head moving slowly. I sense she desperately wants to fight to live.

Her spirit is calling to me… I need to help her. She must live, she must!

There is something happening to me, amazing and frightening at the same time. Why is this happening? Why does her presence affect me like this? I’m puzzled, but in my spirit I feel her will to live and survive.

Father…. I know he will not be pleased when he finds out. I want to bring her to my world Below anyway.

 

The woman he would come to know as Catherine would become the most important person in his life… now and forever. The golden thread of their Bond would become the tapestry of a new life for them, one thread at a time.

Catherine and Vincent’s tapestry started that fateful April morning three years before. Their bundle of joy, Jacob, now one year old, became the next thread of gold in their family’s tapestry. Soon, there would be another one added in due time….  Twins!!!!!

The End….

No End….

FOREVER….

 

2 Comments

  1. Fate and destiny would work to connect two souls forever with an unbreakable bond. Simply perfect.

    Reply
  2. This is a fascinating window into Vincent’s perspective on that fateful night. It was great to re-examine it all through his thoughts and impressions.
    And I couldn’t agree more — “No End…Forever”!

    Reply

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

 

ABOUT CABB
~ NEW CHAMBERS ~

 DOWNLOAD POLICY
PRIVACY POLICY
COOKIE POLICY

CABB logo: crystal and rose

 

ABOUT CABB
~ NEW CHAMBERS ~

DOWNLOAD POLICY
PRIVACY POLICY
COOKIE POLICY

CABB logo: crystal and rose

 

ABOUT CABB
~ NEW CHAMBERS ~

 

DOWNLOAD POLICY
PRIVACY POLICY
COOKIE POLICY

CONTACT US