The Calm Before the Storm

'''It’s Bluejay back with an original short story. I stopped writing for a while, because I just couldn’t get into it, but here I am again! Be forewarned, it is a little sad and scary. It’s also sort of a tribute to Mother’s Day.'''

The Calm Before the Storm
It is peaceful, out here in the meadow. Just enough so that I forget my worries, but do not forget my task. I hunt through the long grasses tipped with dew, listen to the bird song, all while searching for the perfect flower for Mother. It will not take away the hardships, but I long to see a smile, just for a flicker of a moment, on her face. If only I can find her one, the pink foxglove, the one that Mother had only seen once before. When she met Father.

I hum a little as I search, but am growing worried. It’s been two hours since I came out here, and Dawn is nearing. I must be back for chore time, but with the foxglove. I know it’s rare, but I must find it.

Mother had fallen ill a week ago, and was steadily growing worse. I was afraid, more afraid then ever before. So I was desperate. I had to find the flower.

So I’m still there, a little while later, when the sun peaks through the horizon, lighting up the meadows with a grayish light. Illuminating something I could not see before.

There! A little pink flower. I rush forward to collect it, but it is on the side of the road and I fall, fall, to the noise of thunder roaring. A rush of wheels. I grab the flower just in time to be saved, but alas, I had forgotten myself.

There is a great weight and pain, I feel like I cannot breath. I close my eyes. There are now voices, worried voices, crying voices, surrounding me.

”Bring it to Mother,” I gasp out. The flower falls from my hands.

The voices are nearer now, poking and prodding.

“I’ll call a doctor,” one of them says.

But it is too late. I wheeze for the last time, and a smile is brought to my face as I deliriously think how happy Mother will be to see the flower.

There is a great darkness, then a light.

And I am gone.