Soul by Dave Blackwell

Author:Dave Blackwell [Blackwell, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-05T22:00:00+00:00

Anna opened her eyes and found herself looking up at trees, gently moving against the breeze. The afternoon sun broke through the branches, painting light beams through the forest. She recognised where she was, she had been there before in her dreams.

Anna gasped and sat up, feeling the gentle breeze against her face. She got to her feet, brushing the grass off her legs. Her long hair was platted and was down to her lower back, her pink dress came down to her knees.

“Kimimela!” Jackson's voice echoed through the woods. “Where Are you?”

Kimimela giggled and ran down to the lake, kneeling behind the fallen tree.

“You cannot hide!” He called playfully.

Kimimela stood up and looked around but couldn’t see him.

Something caught her eye, a flash of blue against the glinting sun.

A blue butterfly landed on the fallen tree.

“Hello.” Kimimela said softly. “Who are you?”

“That is a blue morpho.” Jackson said quietly, slowly walking up behind Kimimela.

“Blue Morpho.” She replied. “Beautiful.”

Jackson wore a white cotton shirt which hung freely, brown trousers and black boots. He carried leather satchel and wore glasses, silver-rimmed. Light brown hair combed neatly and a neatly trimmed beard.

“Your mothers favourite.” Jackson said. “Be careful you don’t hurt him.”

“He is beautiful.” Kimimela said and smiled. “He is my favourite.”

Jackson laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” Kimimela asked. “What did I say that was so funny?”

“They are all your favourite.” He laughed. “You get that from me.”

“How is mother?” Kimimela asked with sadness in her voice.

“She is very sick.” Jackson put his arm around Kimimela. “But she will recover. She is strong.” He paused. “Strong like you.” He tickled her and she screamed, running from him.

“We have to go back.” Kimimela said. “I have to.”

“You don’t.” Jackson said firmly. “I want you to do what you want. I don’t like to see you suffer.”

“I know.” Kimimela said. “I have to do this.”

“We don’t like you doing it.” Jackson said. “It isn’t normal for a child.”

“I am not a child.” Kimimela said. “Not really.”

Jackson was lost for words.

“I need you both.” She smiled. “And you need me.”

Jackson dropped the bag and dropped to his knees, covering his face as he cried.

“Don’t cry father.” She said and hugged him. “Everything will be fine.”

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