Old Friends
(Written to the sound of the Parting and Gathering Theme from LOST.)
The rain fell softly outside, persistently batting away at the fronds and leaves and saturating the lawn. There was no roar of water, only a gentle hiss as the storm passed through and delivered its soft kill. From behind the large window that looked into the garden was the lady of the manor, gazing out at the rain. The moment and the storm seemed like any other to anybody else, but to her, this moment was special.
In her hands she held a leather bound album she possessed, one of many, but like everything else, this was a special item in a sublime instance. She sighed heavily, the warmness of her breath fogging the glass for a few seconds, but her vision was soon regained and the visage remained as she left it. If only everything else was like that.
She turned and slowly walked through the study to her favorite place to read, a small rocking love seat that overlooked the river that now rose steadily. She sat and opened the album, admiring each of the pictures, snapshots of her youth and those she cared about. Her old nanny, wrinkled like a prune (she giggled a bit at this recollection) but as caring as a saint, her aunt Mary who always brought balloons for her when she visited, and her brother Robin, the one who helped her overcome every one of her fears. Good friends she cared about, now all long gone from this world
The members of her current life moved about, she could hear their steps echoing through the halls and creaking through the floorboards, but despite their proximity they seemed distant as if they were in another world. She looked back at the pages of her book, admiring them, touching the pictures of the faces and profiles.
Yes, those in the book were long gone, but for the lady they were now as near and real as they ever were. She closed her eyes for one final time as a tear left them and in an instant was welcomed by her old friends as she went from one world to the next.
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