Silver
7
At first there were only a few of them; lonesome stragglers huddled on a vast, empty field. But is wasn’t long before more came and then more after that. Soon, and many bodies, many groups, covered the field.
Isolde could feel something stirring here; they all could… but it was too late. The carnival had left town and where it had been was now ragged and barren. Still, the stirring. It began at the core of all of their spirits and by degrees worked loose the prejudices that had imprisoned them their whole lives.
“I don’t remember what it looked like,” said one man, his sensitive gaze taking in the field.
“Light,” said another. “With deep holes for eyes.”
“I’ve heard of these kinds of experiences, but…”
And than everyone was talking at once:
“He was so lovely.”
“His body was like water.”
“I don’t ever want to go home.”
“Is he God?”
“No. I don’t think so. Just a part of God.”
“Love?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of what comes next.”
“What comes next?”
“I don’t know.”
Copyright © 2001 by C. C. Parker.
