Part one: {Nights such as these}

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The cool tranquil night was calm and gentle. A mild breeze blew, causing the brittle dandelions to dance and float around due to the winds caressing touch. The shimmering silver moonlight was radiating off the green grass, luminating them. They looked dazzling, as their chlorophyll tips were frosted by the full moons glimmering rays. In the midst of their spotlight. One, could see flickering yellowish-green sparks. Evidence of fireflies, prancing, and frolicking around on the greenery. Crickets and owls begun their symphony...gracing the whimsical and peaceful night with a soul lifting melody. The leaves on the trees rustled gently. Consequently joining in, with the harmonious sound being orchestrated by the creatures of the 'tame night'.

“Oh what a sight to behold!” Said García.

She'd been Intensely observing the bright lively city from the top of the pastured hill. It was a beautiful view, one, mesmerizing to witness. Above the city, was a spangle of twinkling silver star lights. Bedazzling those below it. Sometimes, it seemed like the stars were giving her a clairvoyant message from the distant universe. There was always such a faraway look in her eyes. Especially, on nights like these. She appeared dazed, and unfazed by the daunting vicissitudes of life. Her tanned orange skin seemed to shimmer, under the moon's luminous flux. And her unusual hazel green eyes glinted, and reflected a stunning sparkle of 'unwavering love'.

Alas, just as these bewildering nights never come often. That heart-striking glint, is never easy to come across. In the day, she looked weary and heavy burdened. Her eyes worked tirelessly as she would've become far too busy. Her pupils continuously roamed, constantly in search for a way to fulfill and satisfy her major role.

So, times like these. Where, there was 'ease and calm'. Were the times the loyal maid looked forward to. Having been born into slavery, her only take on life. Was that her Masters 'Lives and wellbeing', were her top priority.

As far as García was concerned, life, was nothing more than;

...'Day and Night'.

...'Black and White'.

...'Master and Servant'.

She was convinced that she'd come into this life to sell herself into resilient servitude. Her naivety, made poignant by a self-willed attitude towards her sense of duty. Though, her eyes had never seen into the deep concave corners and depths of the 'Unknown world'. And though , the secrets of the 'Further roads' were a complete mystery to her. Devoting herself to her work, was the only thing that could put a smile on her constantly flushed face. Working, was just what made her happy...at best.

“There is nothing out there for me..”

She would tell the younger servants. Spirit filled youths who bubbled with unbridled desire and hope for a bigger scenery of the outside world. One, that wasn't bard by the enslaving gates of their entrapment. Never once! had she ever longed for freedom. Her soul was bound to the clutches and constraints of the Lockwood Mansion. Aptly doing nothing, except give herself into complete subservience and submission to her Masters. Making sure to defer to their whims and caprices. So much so, her loyalty, was never called to question. However, sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe. If ever she'd be granted that freedom.

Who would she be?..

How would she live her life, then?..

Perhaps, she could 'Act?!'
Like the beautiful women she'd seen in the motion pictures. Playing different roles, and taking up diverse personalities. She'd have to succumb to killing off her own self, in order to become a new character. Virtually and fictionally immersing her being into the art of...Drama.

There'd been a lady she so much admired. ‘Vera Edga’...a famous motion's picture star. The woman was sophisticated and carried herself like a queen. Vera was domineering and graceful. There was an aura of allure, debonair and radiance to her person. That woman, was the epitome of class, and the living breathing representation of García's alter ego.

Nonetheless, those thoughts, just like the bustling day's, would come and go. Her destiny was tied, and held bound within the ambits of her Masters vicinity. Yet! she was fine with it. After years of plausible and unwavering devotion to the family...she'd become un-bothered by the sirens;

...Call of freedom, that tempted her once before.

Standing on this hill, carrying her mistress's tender baby in her arms. Was enough freedom for her. The beautiful fair child moaned gently, and yawned with sleepy effort.

'Joseliné', was her name. And she, was perfect in Garciá's sight. Her gaze never once, even for a split second, left the child's innocent face. The moonlight shone on them both. On that hill, she stood firmly with joseliné tightly snuggled on her soft comfortable bosom.

Together, they enjoyed the peaceful tranquil night. Marveling at nature's ambiance, and listening to it's soothing serene lullaby.

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