Lacuna

Purple Town

The town was covered with an opal purple sky, and the misty fog. The streets were filled with shops, food stalls and people; except the people, their faces were blank as a canvas. Her eyebrows knitted, her complexion became dark. She looked around, all the people around her didn't have any faces but their movements were like a human. Scared and terrified she walked amongst the crowd keeping her hands near her chest. Her steps were slow and cautious.

As she walked ahead, sensing something she turned to her right, from a peripheral view she saw someone with a face. Her body moved on her own and ran towards the narrow alley, looking left and right. She didn't know where to go, until she heard a cry and turned towards her left. She saw a group of three boys beating a young boy, blood rushed among her veins, within a second she threw the three boys on the ground; their facial features visible. Scared was written on their faces as they couldn't see her, screaming ghost they ran away from the spot; while she thought if she looked like a ghost. She kneels towards the bended boy, she puts her hand on his head and caresses his rough hair. He slowly raised up, then into a sitting position. When he looked at her, his eyes shimmer and glisten as if he had seen one of the rarest crystals.

"Fairy!" it was the word that left his lips, suddenly when again opal mist formed around her and the boy was gone. She quickly stood up and looked around but only the white cloud was in her view.

"Moom! Dada!" She turned towards the voice and saw a little boy running towards his parents with a forget-me-not flower in his hands. The father carried him in his arms, and they laughed at the sound of his giggle. Soon it faded into a distance and the violet cotton, again, formed blocking her vision. She heard a sobbing from a distance. She carefully, cautiously took her step and she spread her arms to her sides. The sobbing was getting closer and closer, but suddenly stumbled and fell on her knees. The whimper began to distance from her. She quickly tried to get on her feet and ran towards the faded cry but no matter how much she followed it, the trace began to dim and dissociated from herself, until it died down. She looked around, her ponytail flipping with her.

She halted in her pace, as she heard the ripple of water. She tramped towards the sound and soon her feet got wet, she pulled up her dress as she wading through the water, and its length increased. The water was up to her knees, and her dress and trouser got wet. She saw a young boy sitting on the boulder looking at the direction of the foggy mist. She got close to him, quietly but the sound of waves made him turn towards her. She got scared seeing him, but the young man's face lit with a smile as he gasped. He hurriedly climbed down the grey object and dragged himself towards her. He held out his hand in the air until it came into contact with her. His hand was warm like the first summer. His eyes stare into her, as if he saw a firefly for the first time in his life. After a while, his both hands went towards the back of his neck as he unhooked a pendent more like a dice, and inside the dice was hollow as something was moving in it.

His hands went around her neck as he hooked on the pendent. She looked at the pendant then looked at him, and a small smile crept onto her lips; it was like time before sunrise.

She jolted up, the person beside her woken up by her, as he turned on the lights.

"Honey, are you alright?"

"Yes." She nodded and turned to her left." I just had the most weird and beautiful dream."

"Well that's a perplexing way to describe it, dear." Her eyes glisten under the dim light. "Looks like you have something to say."

He was startled as cold hands went around him, her head hidden on the crook of his neck. "Dear!"

"Nelson, may I be the person you can always lean on, in your every trouble, your joy, your anguish, and your passion."

"Dear. You are already enough."