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By Kristy Robinett (was Kristy Schiller) May 14, 2007 The grass was still wet from the morning dew even though the sun had been shining for several hours. Freshly turned dirt lay plastered to her right cheek as the tears moistened the soil into mud. She knew that she must’ve looked like a mess, but didn’t much care. Her cotton paisley printed dress didn’t do much to keep out the wind that was softly blowing around her and she shivered a bit as she grabbed the bottle that lay deep within her pockets. She had counted them out before she left her home, making certain not to be short any. Without sitting up, she counted them out again. Fourteen in all, she confirmed. Her hand shook as she closed the lid and waited for just the right moment. Movement startled her until her eyes focused through her water-filled eyes on the creature that landed near her nose. The dragonfly contemplated her for a second, as if to say that she didn’t belong, and gently flew away. Its royal blue color matched Abby’s eyes and instead of feeling comforted by the divine creature, she again broke into sobs hugging the grey marble stone that portrayed her daughter’s name; Abby Grace, age five. “Life goes on”, everyone kept telling her, but how could it? Time only deepened her wounds. There was nobody left now that Abby lay buried in the beautiful white casket, holding her stuffed hippo she’d called Hickory. She would only have pictures and memories which she so feared would only fade and haunt her night and day. Life didn’t have to go on; it was a choice. A choice she continually contemplated. As swiftly as the dragonfly had departed, it landed once again, perched in front of her. The moment rang serene as she looked at the sunlight shimmering through its transparent wings and the coloring of its body, even more brilliant than seconds before. For the past few weeks she had been asking for some sort of a sign, receiving nothing, but now she wondered if perhaps there had been signs all around her and she had ignored them all out of grief. “Could this be a sign”, she wondered. “Had Abby sent this glorious bug as a sign that she was ok and watching over her?” Even if it was merely coincidence, just the thought made her feel content. She felt a little silly, now, a little wrong; this sudden peace, a betrayal against her anger for God. She smiled at the dragonfly and extended her hand out to it. Without hesitation, it crawled upon her index finger and softly fluttered its wings and flew into the tree that hovered over the burial ground. She slowly rose, sitting she took the bottle out of her pocket and opened it. Emptying the contents into her hand, one by one she laid the colored M & Ms upon the tombstone; Abby’s favorite candy. She had promised her that they’d get them the day of the accident. She only wanted to keep her promise. ------------ Click Here for a list of other U-K articles by Kristy Robinett. Email: tangledwishes@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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