Part III
Starlight...
Blessed starlight...sing to me your sorrows...
And tonight...blessed one...your fears will be far gone...
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With blurred vision, Rose awoke in Sam's orange lit living room from the setting summer sun. She was splayed across the white soft warm carpet in front of the old, but fairly pristine black box colored television. The room was warmly filled with familiar feelings of family and fond memories.
Beyond the deep green grass just outside the windows behind the soft green couch, a bay under cliffs crashed against the hardened rocks. Rose exited the well windowed room to the hallway where she noticed Sam sitting on the porch outside. Quietly, she walked up to the screen door, listening to the sizzling sounds of hidden cicadas.
"You know..." Sam began...he sat pensively for a while before he spoke, starring intensely at the bright green garden before him. He turned around to face Rose who stood in the shadows—he could barely see her outline. "I never believed you would disappear forever after we all died again."
Rose stood steadily still—almost statuesque like if it weren't for her throbbing body from her beating heart. Even still, she said nothing.
Sam turned around again to squint at the hot hot summer rays that waved about over the grass. Little by little, the temperature began to drop, and Sam's hot skin began to cool off; he could feel his heat radiating from himself.
Creaking floorboards of the recently placed deck announced Rose sitting peacefully next to him, but the silence of them two was shortly lived before Sam heard his mother's old and frail voice announcing his aunt's departure. And like that, as Sam turned around, Rosalind was gone.
Tickling his finger was a lizard the size of his pinky, licking the sweat that dribbled down the back of his hand. Sam picked him up so it sat in his palm—and so that he could have nature in the palm of his hands. He pressed the back and the belly of the green little lizard as he watched its head and limbs squirm and squirm until it gave up entirely, resting its head against Sam's thumb depressingly.
"Little lizard," Sam spoke with authority, "Can't you see that I'm your maker? And as your maker, I order you to stop and reconcile your sins." In that instant, as Sam droned on about his 'higher superiority,' the slick skin of the lizard began to fade into a light brown, and just a few moments later, it appeared as a new species.
All of a sudden, the lizard squirmed and jumped from Sam's hot fingers into the grass where it scurried away under the deck to hide forever in the dark.
Sam scoffed indecently, "what a wuss..." he shook his head psychotically, "what we have here, folks, is a man who cannot live with the consequences of his actions. Ladies, but definitely not gentlemen, he is all but a coward towards his depressing life style." Although he spoke in terms of the lizard, most of what he said was referring to his life.
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