Five Card Story: To Wait in a Field

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flickr photo credits: (1) Serenae (2) dwtno (3) Serenae (4) Serenae (5) bionicteaching


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I laid down in the cold dew of the grass. The green blanket held me softly as I looked at the clear sky above. Flowers encircled me. Their pale petals blowly quietly in the wind. I closed my eyes slowly, and thought of my little Verona. The sweet little town i had never left. There was fear of what to happen to a person if to leave the town. Everyone feared the plague. I remembering walking through the streets. Hearing the lamentations of the women. The screams of the dying. The sound of tears hitting the ground as soon as another casket was closed. The city tried to so hard to keep clean, but a british ship passed by on the canal. They stepped out for a while to enjoy our city and the warm welcome of the people. The disease enjoyed as well. I could imagine the black swirling cloud smiling with glee as it ripped a man's soul from its beaten body.
A tear slid down my cheek as I remeber the screams of my brother. My dearest brother, Romano. He had just wanted to help, he was a doctor after all. He tried to help a mother and her twins. The mother and one of the twins had contracted it the black death, or so some called it. While trying to nurse them, he contracted it too.

"your eyes doth fool you, Eliza." my mother told me. So many times I tried to teel them. Neither of my parents believed Romano had it.
"I'm healthly as a horse!" He said, trying to reassure me.

"Fool." I whispered to myself. I always worried about him. He never took me seriously. Look at him. Burried beneath the dirt. He had taken his last dance with death. He now sits at his door, waiting for him to take him on to the new life that awaited him. To rest with our other family.
Nardino rubbed his nose against my neck whining.
"No, boy, he's not coming back." I whispered to him. Nardino was Roamno's dog. He took him with him everywhere. Even now he waited until he could join his master in their final resting place.
"Death took you too early." I whipered to the small gravestone. "Your soul has moved on but your memory will stay forever." I sat up and looked at the stone. It had cost a fortune to make, but worth every last penny.
"We will never forget you." I said brsuhing my finger tips over his name encarved in the stone. Night fall fell across my back, signalling me it was time to leave.
Good by romano, good bye.

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