One Word: Lake and NaiSaiKu Challenge
We walked by the lake
You and I, little to say
I still don’t know why
Memory plays tricks
I still don’t know why
You and I, little to say
We walked by the lake
One Word: Lake and NaiSaiKu Challenge
We walked by the lake
You and I, little to say
I still don’t know why
Memory plays tricks
I still don’t know why
You and I, little to say
We walked by the lake
Sunday Scribbling 206 the book that changed everything
A Book! They said Ralph found a book! Why didn’t I think of it before? Well, maybe because things were a little crazy, what with flying and Ryall getting healed, and all of us joining together to do it. Maybe there are answers in that book.
I had been lying here for hours, my mind going in circles. Now that I had an idea, a direction to go, my eyes got heavy and I thought I could sleep, finally.
Daylight had been around for awhile, I judged by the way the sun was beaming in the upper windows. It was still shady cool down here but I was stiff from the floor. I rolled over and looked up at where Ryall was starting to wake up.
“Hey.” I smiled up at him.
“Hey back.” He said with a small grin. He still looked a little pale but the smile encouraged me.
“Hungry?”
“I think maybe I am. A little shaky still, but maybe eating would help.”
We had been speaking quietly so as not to disturb the others. “Let me go find some clean clothes and take care of some personal stuff and I’ll fix something. Are you okay here for now?” I was a little afraid to leave him but nature was calling and I needed a toothbrush.
“Yeah. I might need a little help later but I’ll, uh…”
“Get one of the guys to help?” I smiled again. If he felt well enough to be embarrassed then he was feeling better. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurried up the stairs and grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. Emelia liked the skirts and boots and feathers but feathers and skirts weren’t exactly practical for flying. I would stick with jeans. I hit the bathroom and cleaned up and was back downstairs in less than ten minutes. Ryall was still curled up on his side, wrapped in the quilt.
“I promised Ralph pancakes last night. Does that sound good to you? I’ll get you some water before I get started.” Ryall just nodded.
I felt like singing. I was so happy that Ryall was going to be alright, I felt like I could fly without wings! I got him a glass of water and helped him sit up. He sipped it at first and it seemed to help. “If you can sit here by yourself, I’ll start breakfast. The others will be waking up soon.”
“I’m fine, and Kystel? Thank you.”
“It was Emelia, not me. I’m just glad you are going to be okay.”
“I know Emelia is a healer but last night was weird. It was like I wasn’t here but wherever I was, everyone was with me, but you, well, it was different. It was like I felt everyone else through you.”
He was watching my face. “What? What really happened?”
“That’s just it, Ryall. I’m not sure. Let me get breakfast going and we’ll talk about it later. I think everyone will want to be in on that conversation.”
Ralph sat up, wide awake. “Pancakes? Hey Kystel, I’ll help you! What do you want me to do?”
Ralph had a way about him that always made me laugh.  “Good morning, Ralph. Why don’t you get plates and syrup out?”
“Sure thing, Kystel.” Ralph’s red hair was sticking up more than usual. He made me think of some kind of funny bird. There was something about him that made me want to hug him. He reminded me of Mattie not his looks but some quality that made me want to look after him.
The others were beginning to move around, all except Emelia. Sloan reached around to grab a pancake and got a swat on his hand with the pancake turner. “Ouch!”
“Wait for the others.” I grinned at him.
“Do you want me to wake Emelia?”
Emelia was still out. I hoped last night wouldn’t have any lasting ill effects on her. “Let her sleep for a bit longer. I’ll keep some warm for her. I think last night was hardest on her.”
Plates of pancakes and syrup were passed around and for awhile there wasn’t much to say. Everyone was hungry. Lolly and Arkin helped clean up. Emelia finally woke up.
“What is all the racket?” Emelia sat up frowning, and grabbed her head. She was pale and her eyes were shadowed. “And who kicked me in the head?”
“Hey Em, rough night, huh?” Sloan went and sat next to her, peeling her hands from her head. “Let me look at you. Kystel will you bring you some water. Lolly, you know where she keeps that headache medicine?”
“On it.” Lolly ran upstairs. I handed a glass to Sloan.
“Ryall!” The sudden movement and sound of her own voice had Emelia reaching for her head again but Sloan beat her too it, gently massaging her temples and talking softly to her. “He’s fine. He’s on the couch and just finished a plateful of pancakes.”
“Oh figures. You let me sleep and while you eat up all the goodies. Next one of you gets a paper cut – you are on your own.” Emelia spoke quietly but at least her usual sarcasm was back. “Welcome back Emelia, you’re starting to sound like yourself.” We exchanged a look across the room. Lolly showed up with the headache powder and Emelia made a face but swallowed it down with the rest of the water.
“I saved you some pancakes. Here’s a cool cloth to put on your head. As soon as you feel like it, I’ll bring you your plate.” Kystel held the compress out to Sloan who laid on Emelia’s head.
“Oh man, that is heaven. Give me a minute and then I would love those pancakes. Despite this screaming headache I am starving!”
I took Ralph’s plate and he smiled up at me. “Thanks Kystel, you ate the best!” I thought this would be as good a time as any. “When you finished the eschatometer a book was mentioned. A book that you found?” Is it a big secret or something?”
Ryall turned to look at them.
“Nope. It’s just big and old and hard to read.” Ralph was smiling at her so she guessed it must be okay to ask about it.
“Do you think I could see it sometime?”
“Sure Kystel. I’ll go get it now.”
Ralph darted out and up his ladder, coat flying out behind him. By the time he came back, I was handing a plate of pancakes and a cup of tea to Sloan for Emelia. The rest looked on with interest as Ralph carried what appeared to be a huge and very old book to where he had been sitting On the couch. He patted a place by him. I sat down next to him and he held it open on his lap.
The cover was leather and cracked with some of the edges torn. The spine was creased with wear, and I could see that the edges of the pages were rough as though they had been hand made. Ralph blew on it and we both began to sneeze and cough as the dust flew up.
“So what’s in it?” I asked him.
Ralph looked at me with shining eyes. “Everything!”
spring flew in
on a blackbirds wings today
he perched in a tree behind the house
his cronies all around
returned from God knows where
and God knows where
they’re bound
they covered the ground like ebony jewels
a desert colored field
they startled with my passing by
and in turn startled me
as they flew up to a pale white sky
and carried my soul to see
and looking down
my wondering eyes
saw hidden in the weeds of brown
the fragile green protected by
last years leaves that fell
and purple vetch like amethyst
and yellow daffodil
then fickle darkness turned and fled
and dropped me on the way
but gently with the pear tree’s blooms
kicked loose as they fled aloft
gravity teased as to and fro
my landing feather soft
the breeze left by the work of wings
reminding me that once again
another winters chill survived
and darkness chased like blackbird thieves
leaves sun warmed air
for me to breathe
Beautiful Sunday even with the silly clock changing mess. Early service with a wonderful speaker, Gayle Erwin. If you ever have the opportunity to hear him it will be a joy. After lunch a walk around the track, sun shining, families playing soccer, and trees budding out. There was just enough of a cool breeze to keep from breaking a sweat.
The prompt at Sunday Scribbling is a life changing book or collection of words. There have been too many books over the years to choose just one. The first book I can remember reading is The Witch on Blackbird Pond which makes the list because it made me fallin love with books. The Bible, The Stand, Alas Babylon, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values mentioned by Solitary Panda is on the list, and so many more. Those are just a few that gave me joy, epiphany, a good cry, and just became good close friends. The Twilight Series. Yes I know, you now have absolutely no respect for me, right? It was my introduction to YA literature. When I was a YA, either it was limited or I just skipped it somehow. I read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance in high school. A friend loaned it to me saying she knew I would never give it back. I didn’t really understand what she meant but over the next three years I bought four copies, loaned each one out and never saw it again. It was that kind of thing. So YA lit was a revelation to me and it came at a time when I had been entirely too serious for entirely too long. I woke up and now I’m trying to learn to write it. It has been a gift that keeps on giving because of the wonderful “online” friends I have made and the thump on the head that said if your feet will no longer dance, you can still dream and that is what being young in your heart is all about. You can check out some of these talented people by taking a stroll through my blogroll. You will not be disappointed!
I have begun to feed my Kindle ebooks by authors that I have “met” online. I’m planning to post about each as I read it. I just finished Paschal‘s Scarred Angels. I mentioned in an earlier post that I was reading it on my kindle. I absolutely LOVED it – hear that Professor? You need to publish that thang. I grew to love the characters and realized – REALLY realized how incredibly important character is. I knew it, I did. I now KNOW it. I just have to learn how to do it. I really enjoyed the book and it was only near the end that I had my ah ha moment. By then I had already gone over the edge. This merits much more than a paragraph – it has it all going on, relationship, betrayal, redemption, sex, and a little bit of murder thrown in. I would buy this and pay extra to have a signed copy! Most of all, the author has a deep love for humans – especially the broken and it comes through the words on every page. If you would like a romp through words that are bent and tangled and dancing to their own kind of music you can click the Paschal link above or look for Murat11 on my blogroll.
Now if I have embarrassed Professor P enough I have a couple of shout-outs to some local bloggers. One is a lovely young woman, mother, and student who shows off her photography at LifeStylesPhoto. Stop by and give her a little encouragement.
The next is the North Texas Food Bank blog. The blogger is smart and tough and compassionate (and went to high school with my son). She is presently at SXSW learning about building online communities. The following is from their about page:
The North Texas Food Bank (NTFB) is a nonprofit hunger relief organization that distributes donated, purchased and prepared foods through a network of feeding programs in 13 North Texas counties. The NTFB supports the nutritional needs of children, families and seniors through education, advocacy and strategic partnerships. Close the Gap is the NTFB’s 3-year initiative to unite the community to narrow the food gap by providing access to 50 million meals annually.
Founded in 1982, the NTFB is a certified member of Feeding America (formerly America’s Second Harvest – The Nation’s Food Bank Network). Last year 26 million meals were distributed. Each month agency pantries distribute food to more than 50,000 families and on-site meal programs serve 435,000 meals/snacks.
Every dollar donated to the NTFB provides four meals for the hungry. Out of every dollar donated, 97 cents goes directly to hunger relief programs.
You want life changing? Those words could change a life if you follow up with action. If you are in the area, donate, participate, or at least pass on the info.
Now I’m off to write another chapter for Night Wings. To end this post, I will leave you with a favorite poem.
Blessed Lord, what it is to be young;
To be of, to be for, be among
Be enchanted, enthralled
Be the caller, the called
The singer, the song, and the sung
David McCord
Namaste
To read the entire series click Night Wings link at the top of the page.
Kystel
I am exhausted and should be asleep but every time I close my eyes, scenes from this night play over and over. The freedom of flying through the night. The shock and terror when they were attacked. Pictures of Ryall lying there hurt, wings changing from the beautiful midnight blue to gray to almost transparent and back again. Emelia with her eyes shut, white blond hair streaming. The eschatometer glowing – and just what IS that thing supposed to do? The moment we joined and power flowed in and through us to heal Ryall. It was not just healing, somehow – it was about us becoming more.
Until tonight there was danger, but it was a vague thing hiding in the corner. Now it has a face and a weapon and it perches over the door waiting to hurt us.
Us. I am becoming a part of this group – we are an us, as opposed to them. My family is part of them. Mattie is part of them. How do they feel about what the paper said? Do they think I could be their daughter one day and a stranger that would tear up their water supply the next? This is bad. This is chest hurting, run away, don’t want to be a grown-up bad.
Ryall went to sleep still holding my hand and I know there is a bond there between us. Is it just that we share flying? I don’t think so. I’ve had friends, even a boyfriend for awhile. It’s different with Ryall. He knows me. I’m never nervous talking to him. It’s everything else that confuses and scares me now. What happened when we all joined with Emelia to heal Ryall? I thought we just had our individual gifts. There had been stories about what the papers were calling “reborns”, but nothing about sharing gifts.
So how am I supposed to figure all this out when the only real things are the warmth of Ryall’s hand, Emelia whimpering in her sleep, Ralph over there snoring, and a feeling of my life being out of control. My eyes are burning and tears are right there, but I am not going sit here and cry in the dark. I will learn to be strong for Ryall, and for the rest of my new friends.
The only thing I am certain about tonight, is that I can’t survive without my friends.  I lost my family. I wonder if my mom cried when Mattie told her why I was gone. Does my dad miss me, or does he just go on to work like he always did? Come home to the paper and dinner and his pipe? Who watches over Mattie now?
Ryall says it is too dangerous to go back and check on them. Mekaneks will watch the house for awhile. Others have been caught that way, and so I will wait and learn to take care of my new family. Ryall is kind of their unofficial leader. Where do I fit in with that? He doesn’t give orders or try to take over. There is just something about him that makes you respect and trust him. I don’t think he likes it. He just wanted to help people like him. Like us. Sometimes when the others look to him for a decision or advice, there is a frightened look in his eyes just for a second. I don’t think anyone else even notices. If we were all normal, he would be the quiet guy that sits in the back of the class and never participates but gets decent grades and just kind of flies under the radar. Ha ha, flies under the radar. I guess I am beyond tired if that seems funny to me.
Ryall squeezes my hand in his sleep, as though he knows what I am thinking somehow. That thought makes me shiver. After tonight, I believe anything is possible, except sleep.
Kystel took two and three steps at a time, and throwing the door to the roof open, ran to Ryall. He was where she had left him, pale and shivering. His dark wings were in constant change, colors and transparency. She watched in horror as his wings faded and then became solid again. There was no physical feeling when her wings appeared or disappeared. They were just there and then they were gone. There was no way to know what he felt or what it meant. He looked like he was hurting but was it the constant state of change or the injury? Kystel’s brown eyes filled with tears. She felt helpless. Ryall found her, brought her here. She had a home because of him.
“Look, this is pretty new to me. None of us have ever been injured where our gifts are involved. I’ve healed human injuries. I don’t know what it will do to his wings.” Emelia was frowning.
Kystel shook her head. “Don’t start thinking you’re gonna fail before you even try. You have to try – do something! Tell me what to do. Come on, Emelia!”
Emelia laid her hands on Ryall’s wings and closed her eyes. Kystel looked from her face to Ryall, hoping to see a change. Emelia made a small noise. “I can see it, it hurts.” she said quietly.
“This isn’t working. Kystel we need to try something. Take my hand in one of yours and leave the other on Ryall. Sloan, you got Lolly?”
Sloan moved up closer. “Yeah. She didn’t like waking up with me inside her head, but she’s with me now. Arkin and Ralph are on their way.”
Emelia looked at Kystel. “I don’t think I’m strong enough on my own.”
“I’m with you. We’re all with you!”
Arkin and Ralph ran to them. “Ryall! What happened?”
Kystel, not moving, said, “No time – come here and put a hand on him.”
Lolly silently eased into the circle around Ryall. “Being in Sloan’s head wasn’t enough.” She grasped Sloan’s hand and placed her other hand on Ryall who was writhing with the changes. Emelia looked at each one and nodded. She closed her eyes and Kystel glanced at her, then holding tight to each other’s hands, and to Ryall they closed their eyes. This time something happened.
The air smelled of summer, fireflies, grass, and honeysuckle. Heavy and electric summer thunderstorm, when the heart beats a little faster because you know something is going to happen. A soft breeze lifting hair, rustling clothes, between them, through them, surrounding them until they were connected but separate. Silence thick, ear popping, Kystel wanted to scream but there was no sound in this place.
The globe Emelia wore around her neck, at first cool and pink, then glowing purple to deepest blue. The tiny copper rings around it were spinning faster and faster. Blue and green sparkling light, flowing out and holding them in place. Thoughts piercing through Kystel. Lolly and Sloan’s voices together, Emelia taking on Ryalls’ pain and sending herself out to all of them, Arkin, a piece of self, cloaked and dark, Ralph all laughter and wires and machines. She wanted to run away from the intensity, ebbing and flowing with the solidity of Ryall’s wings..
Ryall arched his back, as though something pulled him and then Emelia slumped against Kystel. The glow faded until nothing was left but sparks floating up into the dark.
Ryall opened his eyes. “What just happened?” He said weakly.
Kystel squeezed the hand she was still holding tightly. “Oh Ryall, you’re okay!” Everyone was grinning and starting to talk at once. Everyone but Emelia. Kystel still had one arm around her. Sloan and Arkin moved to help her. Emelia whispered. “Did we do it?”
Sloan picked her up. “Yes we did. You did! Let’s get you something to drink and to bed!”
“Sounds good.” She was pale and let her head fall on Sloan’s shoulder.
“Go ahead, Sloan. Take her down. The rest of us will take care of Ryall.” Kystel was shivering and looking around, realized that they all were going to need rest. Power was work and power had changed them. This was going to need thinking about later. For now she was just grateful that Ryall was safe and uninjured. They helped him up and stumbled down the stairs to the great room where Ralph’s workshop was. They were exhausted but not ready to let go of each other. Emelia was already asleep on a pile of blankets, Sloan curled up nearby.
“Kystel I hope you are up to cooking in the morning. I think I could eat a gazillion of your pancakes.” Ralph grinned and climbed up on his workbench, wrapping his coat around him and pulling his goggles over his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he had slept on his bench.
“Sure Ralph. In the morning.” Kystel yawned and pulled a quilt over Ryall on the couch. He was asleep almost immediately. She laid down on the floor in front of the couch, not wanting to get too far from him tonight. The rest found places to crash and they slept as a family, realizing maybe for the first time, how much they needed each other.
Arkin snuffed out the lamp and in the dark no one could see Lolly as she stared at the spot where Ryall slept holding Kystel’s hand. In the dark, she let the hurt and anger grow a little. She had been fighting it since Kystel arrived. Who was she kidding? Ryall barely noticed her now. Nothing was ever going to be the same.
Sunday Scribbling #205 Prompt: Fluent
words spin around my head
eddies of fonts and letters
sucked into the void of crowds
some loud
some just a whisper
a wing and a prayer
under my hair
a wispy breeze
stirs the leaves around my feet
complete
the sentence
the story
the glory of stepping outside
of the world, they swirl
and curl up with ashen edges
on ledges, in corners
under the carpet swept
with a straw broom
into the room of
my mind unlocked
by a million keys
to see, to finally understand
the hand that writes
the dream alive
is yours for the listening
the glistening
river washed glass
of softest green
warm in the sand
bathed in sunlight rays
of days of singing filling
holes in our souls
or breaking walls winding halls
that connect us
language of life
Three Word Wednesday : Amaze, Frail, and Sacred
To read previous Night Wings stories click the nightwings tag at the top of the page.
Joshua stood looking out at the sunset. There had been meetings with men pounding fists and expounding on opinions about right thinking and he was tired of it all.
He wasn’t really. He was just very tired this night. It would be better in the morning.  He just needed sleep. He should go home. His wife was there. The house would be silent. Claire would be silent.  The house had become a sort of sacred shrine to Ryall. Claire blamed him, of course.
There was no choice. What could he do?  He would have lost everything he had worked for and in the end it wouldn’t have helped Ryall. As a member of the Guild, the only thing he could do was send the boy away. It was the right thing to do. Still. Ryall had been their only child. He missed his boy so much. He couldn’t think about that now. He had responsibilities and obligations.
After the last war, rebuilding was a long and difficult ordeal. Much of our infrastructure was destroyed and many of the greatest minds were gone taking vision and knowledge with them.
Small pockets of community became little strongholds at first. As they repaired and rebuilt, they began to barter with others and smaller groups joined together.
In past times, society had revolved around people – the individual. What’s good for me, what makes me happy. The frailty of the old system caused it to fall apart. That kind of selfish thinking led to war. No one wanted more of that.
They needed machinery to rebuild. They needed dirt movers, machines to help with construction, protection from the weather, ways to travel, ways to feed ourselves. Men with talent and ability taught others with aptitude and the Mekaneks Guild was born.
The Guild was necessary. Joshua was given power and responsibility. Sending Ryall away was the only way to protect him.
The Guild meetings today were about The Solution.  That was actually what they were calling it. The Guild was discussing the ReBorns problem. They wanted to formulate a policy, a plan. They wanted order and mechanical answers that they could understand.
“People expect us to keep them safe. These ReBorns are a threat.” Guild member Thomas was pounding the table with each syllable for emphasis. “If we can’t control them citizens will think we can’t control other things, like our work and the machines. They will start to doubt us!”
“And what, Thomas? What will they doubt? All citizens care about is their own lives and that we keep the city together, and speaking of that, maybe we could get back to discussing our jobs.” Joshua said calmly.
Joshua had to walk a careful line. He hoped that if Ryall was with the other ReBorns, they would stay out of sight.
Ryall and Kystel were to go out after dark. Ryall was still amazed that he had found someone like him. Flying was the biggest rush of his life but so much better with someone to share it.  He didn’t know Kystel was a flyer when he first met her. He just knew she was alone and needed help. It happened that way. The gift manifested itself and families sent them away. Some parents turned their own kids in. No one knew what happened to the ones who were turned over to the Mekaneks, but Ryall promised himself he would help as many as he could.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryall didn’t hear Kystel walk up behind him.
“I was thinking about the others out there like us.”
Kystel smiled at him. “We’ll find them. Like you found me.”
They heard the sound of the others returning. They came in carrying canned food, more parts for Ralph, and Sloan held out a newspaper. Ryall looked at him and took the paper. On the front page the headline read Mekaneks Repair Sabotage!. The article went on to accuse ReBorns of sabotaging the water system that fed the city and kept steam engines powering the city. There was a picture of two Mekaneks under the article. Ryall threw the paper on the floor and walked away. Kystel watched him go, puzzled and bent to pick up the paper. She read the article.
“Why would anyone sabotage the water supply?” She asked.
“Kystel, it’s a bunch of lies to make people afraid of us. It makes it harder for us to go out because normals will be watching for us and wanting to turn us over to the Mekaneks.” Sloan sounded disgusted.
“I’m going to go find Ryall.” Kystel thought he seemed more upset than the article warranted.
She found him up on the roof. He was looking out over the city. “Are you ready?” He asked her without turning around.
“Yes, if you are.” She stood beside him, watching him. He was pale and shaking with anger.
“Let’s go.” He climbed up on the parapet and held down his hand to her. She climbed up next to him and grinned. They both dove and it was just like she remembered. The silence except for the rush of air. The lightness and the complete joy of it. Ryall soared above her and she wheeled around and followed, watching his dark silhouette in front of a bright moon. Whatever had him twisted up would loosen it’s grip in this sky, that much she was sure of. He darted down again with her right behind, heading east across the city. He pointed a little to the south and she nodded and they changed direction. He was steadily dropping and as they got closer she could see a long ditch with pipes running along the edges. It narrowed when it got to the city proper and branched off in all directions. He waved at a section that had a bridge going across the top and they came down softly in the darkness.
“This is where they say ‘ReBorns’ caused damage”. She looked around but there was nothing amiss that she could see. “I don’t understand!”
Ryall nodded. “Exactly.”
“So it really was just lies. I saw your face after you looked at that newspaper. Is that what made you so angry?”
Ryall turned away. Kystel tugged on his arm. “Come on Ryall. I can tell it really got to you. You can trust me. I want to help.”
He turned and looked at her. “I trust you Kystel.” He said tiredly. “It’s just that I recognized one of the men on the front page.”
“You knew him?” She asked him.
“Yeah I knew him. Very well. He’s my dad.”
“Your father? A Mekanek? Wow, I don’t even know what to say.”
“The others don’t know, but it looks like I’m going to have to tell them.” Ryall was about to say something else when they heard a noise. Out of the shadows came two guys swinging pieces of pipe. Ryall yelled for Kystel to take off and as they leapt for the sky, a pipe connected with one of Ryall’s wings. He grunted but kept going. They headed up and back north and west. Kystel could see Ryall was having some difficulty now so she stayed as close as possible. They should have known better than to go to the place mentioned in the newspaper. They weren’t flying very fast and Kystel prayed he would make it back to their building. Finally their roof was visible. She landed with Ryall right behind her, but not his usual graceful move. He came down hard and rolled to the side, his wings folded around him. He laid still for a moment and gritting his teeth in pain, told Kystel to get Emelia.
“Will you be okay?” She didn’t want to leave him. He was helpless. He couldn’t fly and he couldn’t walk down the stairs with his wings like that. He was shivering now.
“I’ll be fine. Just hurry.”
“I’ll be right back!” She ran down the stairs to Emelia’s room and pounded on her door.
“Whatever it is, can’t it wait til morning?” Emelia griped.
“Emelia, it’s Ryall. He’s hurt! You have to hurry” Kystel was frantic.
“I’m coming. Hang on.” the door opened and Emelia emerged wearing a leopard print robe and slippers. “Don’t look at me like that. Come on.” Emelia pounded on the room next to hers on the way. “Come on Sloan, I need you!”
Kystel lead her up the stairs to where Ryall lay moaning.
NaiSaiku challenge – something new for me
for an explanation of how to write a NaiSaiku go here.
This is what I know
We bounce back from hurt
Bringing hope alive
SPIRIT LIGHTS THE DARK
Bringing hope alive
We bounce back from hurt
This is what I know
Sunday Scribbling #204 Big Dreams and One Word: Idiot
To read previous Night Wings stories click the nightwings tag at the bottom of this post
Morning always comes and the soft pink light of dawn was creeping over the city skyline. Ryall awoke, stiff from sleeping half sitting against a wall. Kystel was still asleep with her head on his shoulder. He hated to wake her but they were exposed out here in the light. He moved, trying to get more comfortable and she opened her eyes and sat up, looking slightly embarrassed.
“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“It’s okay. We both fell asleep. We need to get inside though.” He stood and reached out his hand to help her up. She let him pull her up and ran fingers through her hair. They walked to the access door and before they could get to it it burst open and Sloan came flying out, skidding to a stop.
“Ryall! I’ve been looking all over for you! Oh, Hi Kystel. Come on, man you got to see this!”
He was pulling Ryall by the arm and as they ran down the stairs he told them between breaths. “Ralph is dreamwalking again. I got up and he had been working all night. You have to see it!. I think he has it working!”
They were taking the steps several at a time, Kystel following as quickly as she could. They arrived at Ralph’s workshop the same time as Emelia. Lolly and Arkin were already there. They were huddle around the back of his workbench staring down at something glowing with a blue-greenish light. Ryall stepped up to Ralph and lifted the goggles from his face. Underneath, his eyes were closed. He continued working with his hands. This must be what Sloan meant about dream walking.
Kystel couldn’t quite see what was on the workbench, so she moved closer. Ralph was just standing in front of the bench now. Ryall put his hand on his shoulder and said his name. Ralph slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at the bench and picked up a chain. Attached was a glowing ball that had a depth to it – green and blue sparkling fluid like substance changing constantly. The globe was encased in copper rings that moved separately. It was beautiful.
Ralph walked to Emelia and placed it around her neck. Emelia’s eyes grew wide in consternation. “What are you doing, Ralph? I don’t want that! Take it off!” Emelia began to pull the chain over her head and the colors changed. The bright glowing blues and greens turned grayish and started to have a pink shimmer.
“Emelia, don’t!” Ryall said.
Ralph held up a hand. “It has to be you, Emelia.”
“How do you know? You sleep walking fool! Why do you think you have the answers?” Emelia snarled at him, but Arkin put his hand on her arm.
“Leave him alone Emelia. You know he doesn’t know how it works. It just comes through him.” She looked up at Arkin with tears in her eyes and he hugged her. “You’re the healer. It makes sense.”
Ralph had backed up into the corner and was hugging his coat around him. “I’m sorry Emelia. Don’t be mad.”
Emelia looked at him over Arkin’s shoulder. “I’m not mad, you idiot. You know I’m not. And I’m not scared either! And you! Get off me you big creep!” She pushed Arkin away and looked around defiantly. “What are you all looking at? So now what, Ralph?”
“Now, we wait.”
Kystel looked around the group. “Is someone going to explain this to me?”
Ryall smiled. “Ralph found a book.” We’re still trying to figure it all out.”
Ralph yawned. “I started doing the weird sleep working thing. It’s like something was coming through me, like I was the radio and the music found my wavelength.â€
Kystel frowned. “So what does it mean? We are a bunch of weirdos that part of the world thinks are freaks of nature that should be destroyed and now we have jewelry that’s as freaky as we are?” You are all crazy, and I’m beginning to think I’m crazy too.”
“Yeah, we’re all wackadoo and you’re our new queen. Get over it Kystel. At least you don’t have to wear the freaky bauble.” Emelia was holding the chain away from her neck and looking down at it like it might bite her.
Ralph was asleep with his head on his arms and snoring.
Lolly smiled. “It’s about balance. Balance for us. Balance for the world.”
Sloan chimed in. “There’s good and bad, humans and machines. That’s our dream.”
Ryall waved Arkin over to help him pick up Ralph. “Come on Kystel, don’t you wonder why we can fly and why Emelia can heal, and all the others? There has to be a reason.”
They took Ralph over to a couch and covered him with his coat.
“Well all this thinking is making me hungry. Somebody want to show the new girl where stuff is so we can get breakfast cooked?” Kystel wasn’t about to go completely crazy on an empty stomach.
One Word Run Amok : Muffin
Jim drove to his brown brick house after work and picked up the newspaper from the driveway. He unlocked the front door just like he had done every weekday for the last twenty two years. He had finally had enough of the sameness and had come to the conclusion that he would just have to tell Liza that he wanted a divorce. He needed to make a change or he was going to go insane.
He walked through the door and called out to Liza, noticing the enticing aroma. She had been baking. As he rounded the corner from the taupe entry hall into the living room he stopped in shock. There were muffins on every surface. Chocolate chip muffins on the grand piano. Lemon poppyseed on the entertainment center. Banana muffins were stacked two deep on the couch and recliner. He slowly wandered through to the kitchen staring as he went. He reached for one and bit into it. “Oh my, this is heavenly!” He thought. He finished it and reached for one that looked like strawberry and peeled the paper from the bottom and ate it in two bites.
The kitchen was more of the same – muffin upon muffin, every flavor you could imagine. Liza was standing in front of the stove, sweat causing little wispy curls to stick out around her flour smudged face. She was wearing a tan apron that said Kiss The Cook and fiendishly stirring something in a mixing bowl.
“Liza, what in the world?” He started to ask but his attention was diverted to a stack of lovely chocolate fudge muffins on the top of the refrigerator. His mouth full, he could only stare at her with questioning eyes.
“Did you want to say something to me Jim, darling?” She continued to stir and smile while he ate four more of the muffins. He was kind of full now but couldn’t stop himself. She placed paper liners in another muffin tin and spooned batter into the prepared cups.
“This batch will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Why don’t you have a seat there at the table.”
There were serving platters and dessert trays heaped with more and more muffins on the table. He sat down still watching her and mechanically reached for a muffin and began to eat. He continued for the next half hour as she piled more and more on the table. He stared at her pleadingly, tears running down his face as he chewed, swallowed, and reached for another and another.
“Sorry Jim, dear. You’ve been talking in your sleep. I’ve cooked and cleaned, and watched your favorite shows on television. I’ve heard you tell your friends that my cooking is to die for. Yesterday I went to pick up the dry cleaning. Your beige suit, remember? Just nod dear, I know you can’t talk with your mouth full.”
Jim nodded, grimacing in pain as he continued to chew. He was sputtering crumbs but steadily poking more muffin into his mouth.
“Anyway, there was the cutest little shop. It just opened up next to the used book store. They had a lovely window display, all these crystals and candles and stones that are supposed to have special powers? I went inside and the sweet lady behind the counter seemed so kind, we just got to talking. I was upset and confided in her about how I was so worried about losing you. She told me she had exactly what I needed.”
Liza held up a small brown bottle. The label read Queen Bee’s Irresistible Flavoring.
“Just a drop, she said. Just a drop and you would not be able to resist my cooking. Then the other night when you were asleep, you talked about how boring I was and how you hated your life. I just thought, you know? If a drop would work, how much better if I used the whole thing?”
Liza was giggling now as Jim slid to the floor, crumbs spilling out of his mouth and face turning blue. Liza took off her apron and stretched. She put her hands on her hips and looked around as if seeing the kitchen for the first time. “I have never noticed how dull this room looks before. I think I will paint it a nice shade of blue”.
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Three Word Wednesday CLXXVIII: Generate Meager Tease
When Ryall could breathe again he suggested Lolly show Kystel around, where to sleep and where they kept their meager stash of clothing. Emelia and Arkin went to eat while Ryall and Sloan helped Ralph carry his finds to his workshop.
They carried odd pieces of metal and glass and wire, things he was too tired to try to identify. Ralph was happy and that was what mattered. Lolly would help Kystel get settled. He was tired. He had been more worried about how Kystel and the others would fit together.
“See you in the morning Ralph.” Ralph was already turning to the stuff on his workbench.
“Get some sleep, okay?” He said the words but he knew Ralph would work all night. He got involved and lost track of time. They often found him sleeping up in the machinery or with his head on the bench. He would forget to eat if they didn’t remind him.
Sloan slapped Ryall on the back. “You are wasting your breath man. I’m gonna go crash.”
Ryall told Sloan goodnight and went for one last walk around to check things.
He climbed the stairs to a hallway that led to some more stairs and opened onto the roof. He came up here at night when he needed to think and this was one of those times. He sat down on the roof next to the access, in the shadows. He could see the lights from an airship off in the distance. The steam the underground generators released by vents in the street bathed the city streets in a foggy glow. Buildings stabbed up out of the mist with no solid ground below them. They were in the clouds and it gave him a sense of peace.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. The quiet was interrupted by crying. He listened for a moment trying to pin down where the sound was coming from.
He got up and walked to the edge of the roof behind the access. “You’ve had a long day.” It was a statement. Kystel had flown, moved to a new place, met new people, and of course, there was Emelia.
Kystel nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t want to bother anyone. I just needed a little time.”
Ryall scratched his head and sat down by her. “Look, Emelia can be meaner than a snake but she really doesn’t mean it. She is still learning how to use her gift. Healing is work. She acts tougher than she really is.”
Kystel rubbed her hands on her face. “It isn’t Emelia. I can kind of understand her reaction. This is her home and her family.” There was a tremble in her voice when she said family.
Ryall took her hand. “Look I know you miss your family. We all had family that we left, either voluntarily or by force.”
Kystel thought about what he said. She worried about her brother. What if she had stayed and her parents found out about her wings. Would they have thrown her out? “Look, I appreciate you bringing me here. I hope I can fit in and I know it isn’t going to happen overnight. I’ll try not to be a crybaby, if you will tell me what I can do to help. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.”
“You won’t be. There are others out there who may need us. We have plans and you can help us. It’s going to be great to have company in the air. It will be worth anything to see you fly away from Emelia the next time she mouths off.”
Kystel liked it when he teased her. He had not let go of her hand and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. They sat for awhile in silence, watching the lights of the city. It was a warm night and Ryall and Kystel fell asleep and dreamed of skies where they could fly in sunlight without the threat of Mekaneks.
Sunday Scribblings #203 – When Pigs Fly
The boy on the back of the bike stared from Kystel to Emelia, then at Ryall.
Lolly rolled her eyes and put her arm around Kystel. “Kystel, this is Emelia. You’ll have to excuse her. She hasn’t been around people much and her manners are a little rusty.â€Â She looked pointedly at Emelia.
Emelia dropped her arm and glared at Ryall for a moment, then stepped forward.
“Nice to meet you.â€Â The words were welcoming. The tone was anything but.
“Hi.â€Â Kystel answered without a smile. She glanced at Ryall. He brought her here. The next move was his.
“So what kind of freak is she?â€Â The boy put his hand on Emelia’s shoulder.
“She’s a flyer, like Ryall.â€Â He said.
Kystel stared at him and then at Ryall. “How did he know that?â€
Ryall introduced them. “Kystel, meet Arkin. One of his gifts is the ability to see “freaks†and identify their gifts. “
“Wow. I bet the Mekaneks would love to get their hands on him.â€Â Kystel said. “What about her?â€Â Kystel nodded her head in Emelia’s direction.
“None of your business, freak!â€Â Emelia was smiling now. She seemed to enjoy being a pain.
“She is a healer.â€Â Sloan said grinning. Lolly had her hand over her mouth and even Ralph had stopped looking anxious and started to smile. Ryall looked away and Kystel tried not to laugh. Arkin was the first one to give. In a moment they were all laughing. Emelia tried not to but even she finally loosened up.
“She’s really very good.â€Â Ryall sputtered. “You might need her sometime!â€
Kystel still laughing put her hands on her hips. “That will happen the day I play poker with the twins!â€
Three Word Wednesday : occur, ragged, and tidy
It never occurred to him to be worried. He should have known better. Everything was in it’s place, nice and tidy. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness” Mother used to say. Ben always thought as long as he had his house in order the rest of his life would follow suit.
Unfortunately for Ben, he never reckoned on meeting Lucia. He had been seeing her for a month and had planned their one month anniversary down to the last detail. She was a bit of a slob but that would change. He would help her.
His cleaning lady had come on her off day. He paid her double to make sure the house was spotless. He ordered all of Lucia’s favorite dishes from the deli and had the bakery make a special tiramisu. The table was set and the wine that had been chilling was now sitting in a sweating bucket of lukewarm water leaving a white spot on the table. The candles had burned themselves out and wax puddled around them.
Ben sat with a ragged hole in his throat, leaking blood all over the nice shiny floor. There was one finger sized hole in the tiramisu. Mother would have been so disappointed.
One Word: Cash
Sunday Scribbling: Ethics
We don’t take no credit cards
round here
your money ain’t no good
the cost can’t be
calculated or
spread on a sheet
just justified
balance owed
toe to toe the line
you will pay
oh yes you will
everybody does but
turn out your pockets
nothing but lint
what you thought you’d won
the taste, the sweet, the syrupy
goodness that turned
to sawdust in your mouth
and crumbled like
west Texas dirt
only to cough up the price
the ice
the nice piece of change
we need one
and it will come
cash only
no returns, no refunds
no re-runs
some things only come round once
make our heads spin
the delicate cycle
down and down into
deep pockets
empty sockets
no peeking without
a ticket
a tick tock clock
pay by the hour
time is money
and time is running out
“What on earth is an escat-whatever you just said?” Kystel asked.
“Eschatometer. Don’t ask me how it works. That’s Ralph’s area. He loves to invent things. There’s always stuff laying around to salvage. We rescue bits and pieces and Ralph makes new things out of them.” Ryall smiled at Lolly and Lolly grinned back.
“At least he hasn’t blown himself up lately.” Lolly elbowed Sloan.
“Don’t freak her out, Sloan! Don’t pay attention to him Kystel. He likes to exaggerate.”
The twins didn’t look all that much younger than Ryall but Kystel saw the look in his eyes when he watched them. He cared about them. She wondered about how they all came together.  Did they have families that were left behind?
Lolly touched Kystel’s arm. “Come on, I bet you’re hungry.”
Kystel followed Lolly over to what served as their kitchen. She looked back at Ryall and Sloan talking. Ryall looked concerned and Sloan looked angry but they were speaking too quietly for her to hear. Lolly was spooning up something onto a plate and looked from Kystel to Ryall and Sloan.
“Don’t worry about them. They’ll work it out.” Lolly held out the plate to Kystel and put the kettle on to make some tea. “Sit down.
“So, now what?” Kystel took a bite and waited for Lolly to answer.
Lolly poured the hot water into a teapot and brought it to the table and sat down with Kystel. “You will stay with us.” She said.
“You don’t know me. Why would you let me stay?”
“Ryall brought you. I trust him. Do you have enough to eat? There is plenty if you want more.”
“This is great, thanks.” Kystel cleaned her plate. She had been so hungry. Lolly poured tea into two cups and handed one to Kystel. She pushed the sugar bowl to her, taking a spoonful and stirring it into her tea. Kystel heard a loud engine sound and stood, dropping the tea. The cup shattered as she turned. wild eyed and ready to run. Lolly grabbed her arm.
“It’s okay! They’re with us!” Kystel turned and saw a girl with nearly white hair and pale blue eyes. She and a boy nearly as dark as she was light were riding a motorbike. The back of it had a compartment that held copper and wire and what must have been the salvage Ryall had mentioned. As they skidded to a stop the boy on the back was laughing and Ralph came down the ladder and ran to the bike hugging the girl.
“What did you bring me Emelia?” He swung her around and set her down rushing to the back of the bike and pulling out his prizes. He was gathering them up and then stood looking around confused as he realized everyone was silent. Emelia pointed at Kystel.
“Who is she?”
Ryall was standing with his arms crossed. Maybe everyone wasn’t going to be happy about a stranger.
Three Word Wednesday CLXXVI Lucid Righteous Salvage
The last thing he remembered was poking a dollar in the slot machine and the pictures lining up. Bells were ringing, lights flashing and then they escorted him up to the desk where they paid him. Five thousand bucks! He hugged everyone around him and almost danced out the door. He came around the corner of his truck and Stacy was waiting for him as though they had never fought.
“I’m sorry I got so mad, baby. Forgive me?” He heard the words and kept walking toward the truck door. She swung that big purse like it was an extension of her arm. Must have had a brick in it.
It was an excellent hit. A righteous hit. It was a good half hour before he was lucid. He would never be able to salvage his dignity now. Sucker punched by a girl. Who knew? He held the package of frozen peas to his eye and hoped to minimize the visible damage. He would never be able to show his face at the truck stop again.
One Word : blade
big bang sliced in two
dark matter blade
wielded by hand unseen
split worlds right down
the middle
star shattered raining
through Neptune’s clouds
droplets of fire
searing through to the center
doesn’t hold
never does
mountains hammered out
plateau and valley
climb or fall
we all end up
holding the handle
forged in your grey matter
smothering light with dreams
that won’t wake
we swim through to the dawn