Reverse Reveries Two: An Ordinary Day, Passing Of Flowers


A man, dressed in a simple black buttoned shirt and distressed looking dark blue denim sat at the counter. His heair was pulled back, wet and smelled like the ocean. His long pointed ears stood out for he was the only patron with them. He handed the counter top back the now the empty glass and licked the last of the beer from his lips.
He grinned softly tasting the salt from his skin, why only an hour or so ago he had been surf fishing. The cold wind and howl of the sea, and nice ocean bass he had caught. It had been a few days since he buried his arm, he didn?t feel like himself, he wasn?t sure why he had bothered to come back. He figured that warm black ale would sooth his thoughts.

Leaving a tip the quiet man turned from the chair. The bar master thanked him and he nodded waving over his shoulder taking his fur lined coat from the rack beside the door. He slipped out and warmed his hand in his breath. The snow fell like a memory slow and comforting. The sun glistened in his direction; it was saying farewell for the day has ended.
?Dandelions, just like this snowfall?why do I think of Dandelions? Have I forgotten something??

He picked up his fishing gear he had leaning beside the pub, his fishing pole a sturdy tool of eight feet and a green box where he housed his tackle. His catch of the day rested atop the green box wrapped in a canvas cloth.

Trotting down the muddy path his bare feet once more become dirty with wet earth. He paused at the peddler near the glassblowers, a young human girl about sixteen she was selling flowers. She wore a simple scarf covering her hair from the light snow, something about her golden hair and soft face reminded him of somone he was once married to. He smiled waving hello, he knew her mother if this was the same cart he could recall. She used to sell the flowers here as well, he wondered where she had gone and he didn?t bother to ask. Time passes he thought.

?One sunflower please, and a bouquet of champagne roses?. He smiled and paid for the roses and the sunflower. She looked at the money, she hesitated she knew the flowers did not cost that much. He was already walking away she bowed in thanks. ?Season?s Blessings and a good day to you?.

He turned to smile taking his hat off with his right hand it was customary to do so with the left in this region but as this man had no way of doing such he was forgiven. ?Thank you child, and to you the same?. He smiled and continued on the journey. She first thought he was familiar but remembered this man she was thinking of had two arms as she recalled.

The man climbed down a tower of stones steps build into the earth. A row of oaks and a small iron gateway opened up into a cemetery. There was a grave, not real old nor was it new. The stones here held the memory of many seasons, the visitors and the times of day. It held a love and friendship for this man; he always seemed so warm once he passed the gate yet so sad. He set the roses down beside the Christian grave and paused to watch some people in the distance as they sent flowers to their loved ones. He nodded and prayed for a moment quietly to himself, he touched his lips with his hand and then rested them up on the edge of the grave for a moment.

He turned and walked back the way he came and then turned to the hills climbing up onto the reach. There he stopped turning around to stare down at the valley, he saw the town Alesblot which he had just left and then turned to the small farmhouse up on the hill below near a meadow. Had it been spring it would have been vibrant with wildflowers. He turned around once more and walked over to an aged oak nestled within the fading winter?s sun he came to the edge of some neatly rowed stones. At the end of the bed a few scattered sunflowers dried and old. They hung at the base of this stone, a necklace draped itself around the cross at the top of the stone, it was much like the one this man wore. He bowed quietly and left. He wanted to say something to the grave but he witheld it, whatever it was he didn't want to ruin what had happened. He then thought of the flowergirl and shook his head smiling.

Walking back home he was reminded of a feild, dandelions were blowing in this feild, suddenly many of them shot up into the air then slowly danced back down. He saw blood and heard screaming for a moment then his flashback was gone. He looked into the sun and shook free of this haunt.

He wiped his bare feet at the steps of a log cabin style farmhouse and shook free some frost from the burgundy mums beside the door, they held up pretty good he thought. The pumpkins too still served well as decoration even the one that was carved had aged well. He set his fishing pole and gear beside the bench on the porch and he unlocked the door closing it behind him. He sat the fish down for a moment on the straw doormat to hang his coat on the wall and then his hat to the next hook over. He slid off his trousers and pulled on a dry pair that was warming beside the fireplace. Walking back to the door, he caught a glimpse of the birdfeeder at the window beside the couch, no birds in sight.

He bent over picking up his catch of the day and headed to the kitchen, he dumped it in the sink unraveling it from the cloth. He ran the water slightly then sliced the fish open. Pulled the guts out and cut the ends off setting them aside on a plate. He picked at the eyes, and sucked on them leaving the sockets. They were sweet and salty like grapes; he clearly liked the taste as he smacked his lips in satisfaction. Licking his lips one last time he tossed the forgivables onto a plate and left it on the steps outback, he figured that gray fox he saw hanging around here a few days ago would be appreciative. Taking the fillets he wrapped them up neatly on a plate and into the fridge.

?Today was a good day, peaceful and ordinary?why aren?t I enjoying days like these??. He smiled pouring himself a glass of wine and walked back into the living room.
He sat on the couch and watched autumn give in to winter. He noticed spruce needles on the floor and only suspected it was her doing once again. He thought it was too early for a tree.
He shruged in the sofa with a smile taking a sip of the wine.His birdfeeder outside spun around suddenly as something perched onto it; he smiled as a brightly colored cardinal came into view. He closed his eyes resting in the wake of a good day. ?That is more like it friend?.

Reverse Reveries: Betrayal

Rewa slipped out of the bed looking at the sleeping elf, she smiled at him then fled the bedroom with a vampire?s grace. Closing the door softly behind her, Cinder grinned as she left. Red wandered into the study and fetched the bag of stones, taking up the Rhy?Din City stone she vanished.

An hour later?

Rewa finished her last prey of the night and stood in the old stone churchyard. She dumped her body there and took his remaining money. She smiled licking the side of her lips and cat pawing her hand to her mouth in satisfaction. Taking the stone once more from her pocket she vanished from the city of Rhy?Din, returning to Mirue, Safe and warm or so she thought. She brushed her cheek against the fireplace and smiled warmly; the living room was spare save for what would be the beginning of the holidays. An evergreen was fixed into position beside the loveseat adjacent to the couch. She smiled remembering the day Delliah dragged it into the house despite Cinder?s complaints. She knew he could not refuse the wishes of Delliah for they were the same as Kristae?s would have been this time of year.

She took off her coat and hung it on the back of the rocking chair and sat carefree on the couch. To herself for a change she tried some of the mint chews Cinder had bought as they went itnot town the other day. They were stored in a neat little glass candy jar shaped like a holly leaf. Her mouth lingered with the savory taste of human blood and the sweet burning of peppermint oil. Hearing something she casted her attention to the steps. She smiled pleased at the sight before her. Cinder appeared from the steps; soon they would be decorated like ghosts she thought. He sat beside her and licked the remaining blood from her lips, in disgust he should have known better

?Do you know no ends. I gave you things here? was it not enough??
?Pardon??
?Nothing? would you care to drink from this human form?? He turned into Jennifer.

She blushed pushing Jennifer away ?You know the answer to that, you are what you are. No matter your appearance or names. Your heart your blood is poison a wintery scene, unforgiving. I?d fallen for you but I know better than to drink of your blood.? She placed her hand on Jennifer?s breasts then traced her finger?s to her lips. ?You tempt me still? this I cannot deny? this form of yours. It is my fault for having feelings for you. It is not so innocent to love you and your true form?why are you being so peculiar? How cruel you must truly be to want to end your life and mine?.

Cinder turned back into hiself and snatched her hand and threw it away. ?What do you know of it, of me?
My purpose is unknown?you know my reasons?I cannot find myself anymore, any longer... I?ll fail I?ll never love you or anyone else in this world which was once like a dream.
I am a Kalveas?humans called me Elf solitary Ferish named Rvheressa, the name of a dead fire, a Cinder. I am a Cinder? my world is my own, my heart a dead fire now too. You?ve wished to dig it up, go forth you now take my wedding ring off my rotten hand buried within the earth?! He vanished leaving Rewa alone.

Delliah saw this from the steps and closed her eyes turning away; her sadness understood both of them.