Beautiful Sorrows by Yardley Mercedes M

Author:Yardley, Mercedes M. [Yardley, Mercedes M.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Horror
Publisher: Shock Totem Publications
Published: 2012-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

LIFE

Anna lay back in the long grass, staring at the halo around the sun. Her gaze skittered away and landed briefly on a heart-shaped cloud before looking past it into forever.

“It doesn’t seem fair,” Quit said. He was sprawled out in the grass as well, his head resting on Anna’s abdomen. He still had the flowers in his hair that she had braided into it earlier.

“I don’t believe that life is meant to be fair,” Anna said. She felt the warm weight of his head rise and fall with her breath. The responsibility of it scared her a little, and she watched her stomach go flat, held it there until she gasped again. Quit’s brown hair fluttered in the breeze that she created.

“I could love you like my brother does.” His voice was surprisingly steady. He had a lighter cadence than Michael Thomas, a much more playful sound.

“Say that again,” she commanded. He did.

“You almost sounded like him that time.”

“That’s not funny, Anna.”

“I didn’t say it to be funny.”

Quit’s long brown fingers worked at a piece of grass, shredding it into thin slivers. He tossed them up into the air and they were carried away by the wind.

“A thing of beauty,” he said about nothing in particular, and held his hand up to the sky. Anna reached out and grabbed his index finger. He wrapped his hand around hers.

“What do you think he’s thinking about right now?” she said, turning their laced fingers into the light. Her foot rested in the patch of grass that usually belonged to Michael Thomas. She wiggled her toes there.

“Dying,” Quit said simply, and kissed her hand. His lips left a spot of moisture across her knuckles, and she squinted at it. He began to kiss the tips of her fingers, each one in turn, but she pulled her hand away.

“Stop it,” she said, and put her hands over her ears.

“I was just practicing.”

Anna ignored him, listening instead to the muffled sound of the wind and the grass through the palms of her hands. Quit began to hum, and turned his face toward her belly. She felt the vibrations through her skin.

With her ears covered, her breathing began to sound very loud. She worked on making it slow and even, lining it up with the beating of her heart. Four beats to every breath in, four beats to every breath out. Like the machines that counted Michael Thomas’s breaths.

“He always got to the things that I wanted first,” Quit was saying in the background. The way that he shaped his vowels was painfully lovely. “He was always older and faster than I was. He wasn’t content to wait for anything. He’s probably looking at this as a challenge.” He traced lazy circles high on Anna’s thigh where her yellow dress had ridden up. She remembered vaguely that she had kicked off her shoes somewhere in the high grass, and couldn’t quite remember where they were.

“I don’t think…that I will ever be able to find my car in the parking lot without him,” she whispered suddenly.

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