Living Wind
by Sara Harricharan

I don't know why I'm still alive.

Sometimes I think I should've died.

Instead, I live.

To see past everything and nothing.

The wind is rough today.

I don't know if I can stand to be inside.

Uncle Jim doesn't want me to go out. He's scared of tornadoes.

The sky is gray, not green, I doubt the wind will spiral down to claim me.

It has left me alone, these long, four years.

"Cassie..." Uncle's voice fades away as I slip through the door.

The wind is ravenous.

Jerking my hair in every which direction, kissing my lips for a winter blister. I smile.

The power. The beauty. The majesty.

If only, I could, but be a part of this.

The unwritten story of praise. The feel of the future to come.

Everything is green and gold-through rose-colored glasses.

My hair ribbon is loosening.

Someone must miss me.

That is why the wind is here.

I pull the satin strand from tangled tresses.

Fluttering, straining in my grasp, it wiggles away on invisible waves.

Goodbye love.

Sara Harricharan is a young Christian woman with a passion for writing for the Lord through faith-filled Science Fiction/Fantasy stories and pure words. www.fictionfusion.blogspot.com

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