Clear Skies - Story excerpt no. 2


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“Leila!” I looked up as she entered the room. “How did you find me?” I questioned. “Shush!” whispered Leila. “He is asleep.” “What’s his name?” I asked, not quite wanting to know the answer. “I don’t know.” Leila murmured. “I call him the Darkness.” Leila curled up on my bed. “We need to leave. I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

My heart thudded and I opened the drawers. Inside was a pocket watch that had belonged to my mother, and a necklace Ember had given me…just before she had died. The memories swirled round me like dancing fairies; sad ones, not joyful ones. Leila noticed the necklace and looked away, but I could see that her eyes were shining. 

I pulled it around my neck and put a packet of stale biscuits and a bottle of water into a handbag, then slung it around my shoulder. I picked up my warm but ragged quilt and pinned it to make a sort of warm cape, then followed Leila out of the room.
                                                                                 
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Leila danced among the corridors. “Why do you dance?” asked Claire. “To keep the dark and sad mood away from the penthouse.” She twirled. They reached the room, lit with a yellow light. Leila scrambled everywhere, pushing her things into her slightly larger tote bag. 

They quietly tiptoed out of the room, Claire leading the way. Fleet footsteps sounded along the corridor, but almost silent ones nonetheless. Claire opened the door. Curiously it wasn’t locked. Leila snuck out, Claire next, and they tiptoed down the apartment stairs, and out into the midnight street.

They ran under the light of the moon, ducking into alleys and quiet shops occasionally. Leila looked at her watch – it was 11 PM. They ducked underneath lamp posts and leaped over rocks. It was them; stars helping light the world as they went on their way.

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“Hello?”
My name is Ember.
No one knows, really.
“Hello?”
Am I just a dream?
I’m not. I’m real.
What about when…I ‘died’?
I heard Leila and Claire Skye screaming.
I heard them weeping.
Then all was black.
What am I?
Am I a Star?
Those fairy tales Mum used to tell me…are they real?
Am I a Star-being?
I have turned into a Star?
No one is here to reply.
Just my thoughts are.
Waiting…waiting…
Wait…who is that?
Two figurines?
Miss Cinnamon Curls and…Leila?
How can I see them?
Maybe I should float a little lower.
Is it really them?
Just a little lower, Ember; just a little lower.
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