Zoals je wellicht hebt gelezen ben ik druk bezig met het lezen van oude verhalen. Ik kan nog steeds niet kiezen welk verhaal ik als eerste ga bewerken om in zijn geheel te publiceren, maar er is er wel ééntje die me heel erg trekt. Ik zie mezelf nog zo in de auto zitten onderweg naar Frankrijk: ik was een boek aan het lezen (welke weet ik niet meer) waardoor ik heel erg geïnspireerd was geraakt en in de auto al begon te schrijven.
Het zijn vooral de eerste paar paragrafen van het verhaal waar ik heel erg blij van word. Ze zijn zo beeldend geschreven! Alsof ik meeloop met het personage. Ik heb vorige week al een kort stukje ervan gedeeld, maar vandaag deel ik er iets meer van. Gewoon omdat ik er trots op ben. 🙂
Kicking the pebbles at her feet, Amy walked along the shoreline of the lake, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her jeans. She walked with her head bent, her gaze fastened on the ground and the pebbles that moved with her every step. Deep in thought, she didn’t notice the beauty of nature around her, didn’t hear the birds singing their song of spring.
As she moved away from the lake and onto the path, the trees around her gave her shelter from the heat of the sun, the green leaves forming a canopy above her head. As she walked along the worn path, she passed a large clearing on her right, colorful flowers beckoning her towards them if she’d glanced at them but once. A couple of miles away from the other there was another clearing, this one with a scattering of large rocks instead of flowers.
Her head came up when she heard the distinct sound of water tumbling down and she veered off the path, her feet guiding her forward. She soon found herself at the edge of a meadow, green grass leading up to a small lake. A lake that was formed, she saw, due to a waterfall in the middle of the large mountain in front of her.
Sighing, she walked to the edge of the water and found herself a big rock to sit on. Slipping her flip flops off her feet, she sat down and let her toes graze the surface of the lake, creating small ripples. With her thoughts still turned off, she looked around her, took in every beautiful aspect of the piece of nature that hadn’t been disturbed by man, but couldn’t enjoy it. She’d turned off her thoughts for a reason and not even some of Mother Nature’s finest work could make her smile.
She didn’t know how long she sat there with her toes in the water and her eyes glued to the waterfall. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, away from him, away from his secrets. All she knew was that she couldn’t think, didn’t want to think, about what he had told her. She wanted to remember him the way she’d always known him, the kind hearted man she’d fallen in love with, his seemingly multi-colored eyes always smiling when he saw her.
She sighed again and forcefully kicked one of her feet out, creating a larger ripple in the water than before. She slipped slightly on the rock and had to brace herself on her hands, not wanting to slide into the water. Even though it looked inviting, Amy didn’t want to feel the joy she knew she’d feel once she could take off her clothes and immerse herself in the cleansing water. She didn’t want any of it, because it reminded her too much of him. These were the woods he’d grown up in so it was more than likely he had gone swimming here, too.
As she tried not to think, she became aware of the sounds surrounding her. Or rather, the lack of sounds. She could hear no birds chirping, no crickets making their own kind of music. There was silence all around her. She lifted her head to look, to try to spot some birds, but before she’d even let her gaze travel halfway over the meadow, her eyes spotted something in the forest surrounding her. She stilled her body, fear travelling up her spine.
Ben je geïnteresseerd in dit verhaal en zou je het in z’n geheel willen lezen? Nog even wachten dan, want ik denk dat ik met deze aan de slag ga! 🙂