Francyne D.L

Land's Cape

Downpour. Heavy and seasoned with the abrupt explosion from above. Light and sound combined to make a powerful blow. With a single pillow on her head and what little space was left for her, caressed by the feeling of safety and the gentle glimmer of the fading candlelight. She, however, did not tremble at the darkness that slowly crept up to her minuscule toes and fingers - instead she welcomed it like the beckoning warmth of familiarity. Innocence created a rhythm out of the cacophony of every raindrop falling upon their tin roof. She felt safe, and soon she fell into a deep sleep. In the cramped mattress, where she lay, and the short blanket futile to keep her whole body from the cold. Beside her was her sister, and then her grandparents, that seemed all too much for her to understand. At that time, she felt whole. Loved. Important.