Username: -pidge
Name: Yasushi
Prompt:
The chair rocks continuously back and forth, back and forth. Sweet tea, now cold, was cradled gently in her hands. A soft repetitive tune so nearly silent escapes the lips of a ginger kalon, caught in a loop of time. Back and forth, back and forth the chair rocks with its continuous rhythm.
Heavy wrinkled eyelids droop over a pair of weary eyes, eyes that had seen better days. The chair continues to rock. Tick Tock, Tick Tok. The clock faintly ticks down the seconds of every minute of the day. A light breeze enters through an open window, causing the pages of an untouched calendar to flicker. The hummed tune has restarted from the beginning. The chair rocks back and forth. Gentle air continues to swiftly flutter around the room, brushing against the kalon's fur. A bell around her neck begins to chime, causing a pause to the rocking of the chair.
Almost as if a soul had returned to a body, the kalon's eyes glistened. Cautiously placing the cold tea beside her, her fragile hands cup underneath the bell. Her thoughts were unclear, but the bell provided her great comfort. All those memories, precious treasures she could no longer remember, trapped in the bell held around her neck, were the last threads holding her life together.
Tracing a nail around the circumference of the bell, she has a feeling of uncertainty. Amongst the memories she had made so long ago, other memories thrived within, memories that were never made. It was her job to distinguish the true memories of her own. But how could she, when she can't even remember her first name.
The whispers of the bell lured her closer. Faint Laughter and mumbled chatter muddled together, one sentence striking out to her particularly. 'Look at those birds, over there, Yasu'. She vividly sees two children, splashing in the sea waters, chasing the seagulls along the shoreline. She continues to listen. 'You'll get a brainfreze!' A child giggles. She remembers the time her sister skulled down a raspberry slushy. A few phrases were spoken that were unfamiliar to her. As her head floods with the events of her past, the bell chimes again, and the kalon falls back into an emotionless trance.
Rocking back and forth, back and fourth, the chair creaks. A single thought swells in her mind. The weight of a heavy object dangling from her neck. What was it? What was its purpose? Lifting a skinny hand, she unclips the collar. In that moment, like a knitted blanket, the memories begin with unravel so rapidly, the kalon doesn't have a chance to gain hold of the threads. Memories drain from the bell, vanishing in to thin air... leaving nothing, as if someone had pressed 'delete.'
The kalon senses a loss, sadness. But an object on the ground grasps her attention. "What a pretty bell."
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