Talking at the end of the world.
My favourite place, in the world, is
Colinton Dell. We can't make it there in the time we've got left -
it's six hours drive minimum, and that's if the roads are clear, so
I'll settle for second best.
It's called 'Crickley Hill'.
It's called 'Crickley Hill'.
We
renewed our vows there - completed our handfasting. We made it
through that year and a day.
We made it. Five years later, we got
married. Happiest days of our lives, right?
Let's go there. If we've got the
choice, and we do.
I'll take you up the path, and we'll
see what we find. Let's go find the fairy glade - or the little
valley where we spread the seeds for our handfasting.
I bet we can make it. If I have to
choose somewhere to go, that's where I want to be.
There's screaming outside - we should
go now. There's screaming and yelling and I bet there are people
crying. We should go.
Now.
Let's take the car and find a way to
the hill. Let's go.
There are fairies there - look at all
the bluebells. There will be bluebells there. Just because I hope
so.
Remember the gun. Please, we'll need
to defend ourselves. That screaming is getting closer. Log out of
your stuff, leave your phone here.
Let's go. Let's say goodbye to
everyone, and just go.
Don't turn on the TV - I don't want to
see. I don't want to know what's coming. I don't want to know
what's been. I don't want to be stuck here, because we didn't take
the chance when we had it. I don't want to be cornered in a house -
without the sun on my face, or one last happy smile from you when you
see a squirrel, or a dog. I can't bear to go without you - and if
we're caught here, they'll take me away.
Let's find our glade, our secret place
that everyone sees, let's find our hope and our faith again with each
other. Let's find the comfort of each other's arms under the sun
this one last time. Please.
I don't want to go without you.
The
end of the world.
It's not going to be sunny, but at
least it's not raining. We can make it there in half an hour, and if
I get the choice, I want to go there.
Let's go, please.
Please.
We've got to talk.
We've got to talk about this. About
the baby. About our marriage. About the end of the world.
D Kai Wilson-Viola does actually love a place called Colinton Dell, but as she lives six hours south of Edinburgh, if the end came, she doubts she'd make it.
Prayer for the Dammed, her first zombie novel, and prequel to her already released short story 'Footnotes to a lesson' will be available soon. In the meantime, she can be found blogging at http://authorinterrupted.com
You can follow her on goodreads at: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5260381.D_Kai_Wilson_Viola (though her zombie stuff is actually under http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2903601.Sabrann_Curach where she is one of the founders of the 'Thinking man's zombie novels' genre).
All photos, © D Kai Wilson-Viola/D
Viola 2011, Crickley Hill
(http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/crickley-hill/)
Woah. Not what I pictured when I sat down to read. Kai took me down a wonderful road and I am shaken, and stirred, and amazed.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
Kai, as always you're writing blows me away. Love the use of second person
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteKai's an amazing writer - I really wasn't expecting that with the images she included with the piece.
And thank you Pavarti for saying what pov it is - I've never seen a story like it.