American library books Β» Short Story Β» Masterpiece by Juniper Lee (black female authors TXT) πŸ“•

Read book online Β«Masterpiece by Juniper Lee (black female authors TXT) πŸ“•Β».   Author   -   Juniper Lee





I unlock the door slowly, hearing the latch click as it pulls free from the insdie of the wall. I twist the dark bronze handle, feeling its coldness seeping into my palm and remembering the day I decided to change everything. As I stare at the cream colored wood of the door, I remeber how promised my life would change also, even though I broke my own promise.
Shaking those thoughts out of my mind, I open the door and gaze in on my masterpiece. Even to me, it's beauty is overwhelming I re-lock the door, shutting the world out. Nothing can be alowed to bother me at this moment.
I take another step forward and my world awakens to greet me. Waves roll slowly, lightening from deep blue to turquoise, and finally form a white foam only inches from my feet. I turn and follow the curving shoreline; my nude heels barely sink into the soft sand. I shed my jacket and shoes before walking towards the cobalt green abyss.
As always, my feet do not feel the cold slap of water. Instead, the waters part starting at my feet and make a path to the center of the room. The sand is cold where the water was only seconds ago. When my feet make contact with my miniature island, the the blues and greens clash once again.
I waste no tinmecollapsinginto myhand woven hammock. It shifts under my weight as I settle into it. I leaveone foot hanging over the edgeandpressitinto the sand. Instantly, mywallsdimfromtheblue of daylight to the oranges of dusk. My golden sun waltzes gracefully before retiring behind the mountains to my left. Their rocky surface glistens, morphing from gray-purple to black with the loss of light.
A scraping noise brings my attention to the shore behind me. A water tight wooden crate has washed onto my island. I grabit deftly and open it. Inside lays a folded tablecloth,a champagne flute, a bottle of my favorite blood red wine, and a silver platter with what I know is my favorite meal underneath it. Though the smell of the food intoxicates me, I resist the urge to dig in immidiately. I remove the items carefully from the crate,replace the lid, and cover it with the brown lace tablecloth.
The walls continue to dim, until darkness, reveals the glisteningsilver moon. I place the platter on the table and pour the red wine into the crystal glass. ThenI lift the mirror like lid, feeling likea god picking up a piece of starry sky.
My eyes widen as I see the note that lies beneath atopmy meal. I feel a salty tear bead and fall the the sand. It sparkles for amoment, then fades into oblivion. Shakily I take the note, which says "I wanted our last meal tobe perfect".
I finish the delicious meal quickly,seeing the walls darken to pitch black. Twilight is almost upon us.There is no time left.
With mymind set, I lay back in the hammock. I whisper a thank you to my room. In response,the moon disappears. I hear a whisper float down from the ceiling,"Goodnight and goodbye".
In the empty darkness, I pull out a matchbox, ignite a spark, and toss it into the ocean. The red infection spreads, killing both me and my masterpiece.

Imprint

Text: Juniper Lee
Publication Date: 04-26-2012

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To one of my favorite authors- though I've never met him- Ray Bradbury.

Free e-book: Β«Masterpiece by Juniper Lee (black female authors TXT) πŸ“•Β»   -   read online now on website american library books (americanlibrarybooks.com)

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment