Destiny of LaVie (221 hits)
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Submitted by Mr. Mojo Risin (View user info) at 2006-09-24 18:46:41 EDT
She glanced in the mirror and didn't even recognize herself in the orange glow of her room. With the blinds drawn and her vanity lit, she applied make up to her ever delicate complexion. The rouge, the eye shadow, everything strategically placed upon her facial bones. With a dab of perfume and her evening shawl, she would be ready to embrace the night. To be introduced to the world as Sophia LaVie.
She went down stairs to greet her much anticipated guests, in which some have traveled half way around the world to accompany her. Flowing past the visitors, she made sure no one was left unattended, and all refreshments flowed. Once she made her introductions and announced herself to the entire household, she prepared herself for what the guests requested the most of her.
At a black grand piano, she draped her white cocktail dress on the mahogany bench. Opening the piano to the keys that played her redemption, she sighed. She looked at this room full of people and realized that their only purpose for attending this evening was to hear her melodic tune. "What if I didn't play?" she thought. "What if I didn't feed this crowd what they hungered for the most?" At this thought she realized her true purpose in this evening's performance; for it would be the last that she would ever do.
Sophia laid her wrinkled and soiled hands along the ivory bars of the piano that reproduced songs from her finest days of production. Among the songs she played tunes that inspired her from her early years of childhood and college, as well as rhythms that portrayed her memories of sunsets and jasmine trees along the African rivers. From nature trails along the forests of Tennessee to gardens of indefinable beauty in Tuscany, Sophia played her notes from her heart, her visions.
This last song she was to conspire for the intransient crowd was from her final of visions, how ever they were yet to come true. Sophia wrote a song for her grandchildren and great grandchildren to come, who might experience what she endured everyday. The young ones she would never meet but will always love and admire from a distance. Along with these notes she wrote a poem to be recited with the melody.
"Around the bend and beyond the trees, lie meadows with grass swaying in the breeze. Green covered fields and white misty fog, nothing in the distance but a once living log. Beneath that log is what you will find to be read, my last words of sorrow and syllables meant to be said. "I lived to love, but return no one came. I searched for love but the void came back the same." Never settle for the bend beyond the trees, certainly not all Adams desire their Eves."
All were confused by the poem Sophia read, even her faithful husband who sat amongst the bewildered guests. With that she closed the piano and went outside her home of white laced colors and green trimmed vines. She sat on a bench where no one would bother her, just her alone with the stars. She wept silently and let out her last sorrowful breath.
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-28 17:35:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, we had our first post on nearly the same day.
You, me, Ghola and Orgasmatron all registered and posted within a week of one another.
Strange how things are different...me and Orgasmatron are a few spots from MVA, and Ghola is a respected writer. Different destinies, different people...
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-28 17:33:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The first post I ever rated on Uber was one of yours.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-09-24 19:06:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
pretty