Jezebel

It was a lovely afternoon and the park was filled with people. The trees smelled fresh and the grass seemed to grow taller and taller with each step that she took. Surrounded by the great allure of honeybees and happiness, she slowly melted into the ground as she laid down under the sun.

Jezebel was not a Jezebel, her name did not suit her. But, she was pleased to be called such and wasn’t bothered that others occasionally associated her with less than pleasing points of views. She went on with her life and blissfully stared at the sky.

Clouds were forming on the horizon and chills drifted up her spine to tickle her neck as she cringed slightly. Dogs barked in the distance and children laughed not too far away.

Sunshine quickly overcame the clouds and the distant fog went away.

Jezebel tried to imagine her life twenty years from now and suddenly saw herself in a café with a young man. This young man, handsome and lovely, looked so familiar. Yet, she knew she was only imagining a man that might be met in the future.

She closed her eyes to block the sun and slowly drifted into sleep. In her dreams she was riding horses on a beach with lightning storms chasing her from behind. She kicked the horse firmly to let it know to speed up. The noise was horrendous. This was a nightmare.

Her forehead dripping with sweat, Jezebel lept up in a moment of fury trying to catch her breath. The mood had changed and she was not so peaceful any longer.

TO BE CONTINUED.