Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, I stare at a clear cerulean sky. I think of you. I think of all we have done, the things we have not. I think of all you have brought to my life, what I have taken from yours, all that has passed between us. I remember moments of laughter, tears of joy, those of pain as well. Moments of unimaginable bliss, happiness never deserved, yet found – shared – cherished.
Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, I watch the gnats buzz, the bees flit about, the curious flies that have begun to swarm. The sky is still, the field quiet, the echoes of sound only in my mind. I hear the remembered rustling as you walked away, your hesitation, your mournful cry. So brave, so kind, my understanding savior. I know it was a world of anguish for you to do this, but it was the only choice.
Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, my chest no longer heaves, my blood no longer seeps, a calm serenity has taken over my thoughts. A white cloud drifts by on my cerulean sky, a dog sniffs my hand. No, not yet. Let me watch the sky a little longer – just until my eyes cloud over…
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I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}
Nina D'Arcangela
Sotet Angyal 
April 13th, 2013 at 1:42 am
She’s dying, I get that. Is her former lover a vampire who embraced her?
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April 13th, 2013 at 2:00 am
No, she is already dead from the onset. It’s her soul that is experiencing all she describes; her soul wants a few moments more before it has to depart for another existence. He was a simply a man who loved her enough not to watch her suffer, and helped her fulfill her wish to end her torment. Unable to do so by her own hand, she relies on him to be not only her executioner, but her true savior.
A fairly tragic little spin, one that honors choice above all. It grants her freedom from a greater suffering, and displays his devotion to suffer for her by sparing her any additional pain. I suppose I’m a bit of a romantic Dark Angel after all. Even if it’s a twisted sort of romance. 😉
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April 13th, 2013 at 11:49 am
This was very cool. I love the way you kept bringing the reader back to the field of lavender. It reminded me of lilacs and childhood and an ease or peacefulness, like taking a deep breath on a walk; when there is nothing to lose, only a world to enjoy. You really captured this for me in ‘Languishing’.
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April 13th, 2013 at 12:00 pm
Thank you, Jaimie! I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. In my mind, it was important to reinforce that the soul could only enjoy this last bit of its existence if it remained tethered to the body, thus the repetition of Languishing in a field of lavender… I’m very happy you liked it!
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April 13th, 2013 at 6:22 pm
Lovely tale, my talented friend. I believe I’ll never view lavender in quite the same light.
Blaze
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April 13th, 2013 at 9:23 pm
Thank you, Blaze! As odd as it might sound, I’ve always associated lavender with death. Something about it makes it seem more peaceful in my mind. 🙂
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April 14th, 2013 at 9:39 am
I’m a member of the A-Z team just checking in. Glad to see that everything is going smoothly for you during the Challenge! 🙂
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April 14th, 2013 at 12:06 pm
I’m doing my daily posts and visiting as many other sites as I can 🙂
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April 14th, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Nina, I can tell you that “Languishing” is simply gorgeous…but that doesn’t even come to close. Love it…
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April 14th, 2013 at 1:25 pm
Thank you, Joe! It was one of those out-of-the-blue rambles, I sat down and once the word ‘lavender’ popped into my head, it knew exactly where it wanted to go. 😉
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April 15th, 2013 at 1:38 am
Wow, this is really touching. I also liked how you brought the reader back to the lavender. I am glad that you interpreted it in the first comment.
Thanks for checking out my AtoZ.
Rhonda @Laugh-Quotes.com
AtoZ #41
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April 15th, 2013 at 3:55 pm
Hi Rhonda! Thanks for visiting my little ramble and appreciating it! I usually prefer to hear the reader’s interpretation of a piece, but this one deserved an explanation. 🙂
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April 15th, 2013 at 3:21 pm
languishing in the lavender/ beauty in this somber prose
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April 15th, 2013 at 3:28 pm
Thank you, darling! 🙂
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April 16th, 2013 at 9:39 am
Tragic and beautiful story, Nina.
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April 16th, 2013 at 3:19 pm
Thank you, Gloria! 🙂
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June 4th, 2013 at 12:36 pm
btw, am thinking, did you read a lot of Milton, Dante and Rilke? ’cause i sense some of their touch (or whatever) in your writings. you majored in agony, by any chance? hehe. 😉
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June 5th, 2013 at 1:32 pm
Actually, I read mostly Horror, SciFi & Other World. If it doesn’t have a touch of the odd to it, its not my normal read. I don’t really write anything along the lines of my preferred author’s styles. This is just me 🙂
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June 6th, 2013 at 10:02 am
“If it doesn’t have a touch of the odd to it, its not my normal read. ” it has done you good, way too good, hehe. am envious, just slightly so. tiny bit, ahaha. 😉 regards…
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June 6th, 2013 at 5:54 pm
😉
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