It's Christmas Eve, the street walker lays
on her home, the concrete benches, resting on the scabbed shoulders scratched
from the hard concrete. Tears dried since she already shed all she had for herself
and the world. Echoes distant, glares fogging up while arms embrace the fortune
of a story.
The woman of the park shivers in
feverish delirium. She misses the story stopped long ago that it confuses her
what were fables or reminds of her own. Around her, the city’s central stage
seems decorated, bright cans, colorful pieces of caramelized apples, ribbons,
brightly illustrated wrapping papers, fragments of the witnessed happiness.
The fake snow ripped through swings
in the wind; neglected colored plastic cups discarded after use dance popping
on the ground. "They were so bright" - she thinks inset a slight
awakening.
When her eyes shut, she sees the
snow loosen up and fall over the city as white confetti, flying in the soft
breeze. Below her she can no longer feel the cement, but the soft smoothness of
the white snow. A warm snow enveloping her in a hug for a moment, only to wake
up again the next minute by the laughter of teenagers staring at her. She
smiles appreciatively for the visit, happy, the sound of their laughs sounding
like thorns crackling on fire.
One by one the stores have closed
their doors. The lights have been turned off, steps extinguished, no longer are
the singing voices heard and behold the bells of the cathedral announce the
twelve chimes.
With eyes shut, she dresses the
white snow, floats climbing the twelve steps of darkness, one by one. Her hair elongates,
her figure glows and a serene scent of roses enters through her nostrils. She
feels the wrinkled face stretching, blushing. From the third step she can already
gaze at the distant star singing heavenly voices, approaching the hands
extended for the last time.
The square remains dark, oblivious
with all its plastic of the Christmas miracle that just took place. It took darkness
and loneliness so she could receive her wished star.
She was found the next morning.
Covered in mysterious white glittering substance; she had a smile on her lips
and the glazed eyes shining as she was gazing at the morning star.
National Hospital December 25, 2012 ...
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