Flash Fiction by Gloria R. Buckley
No one could understand her need to carve out the dark recesses of pain in her frenetic scribblings across blank pages. Years of images, words and more words ravaged, haunted, tormented her mind until every expression was conveyed. The process would then begin again. She became mute at an early age. Her parent’s violence, rantings towards one another had savagely shut her voice. Yet, She understood lyrical, musical notes like her letters formulating words once the whole emotion was splattered across the page. What was once a blank canvas becoming an incarnation. Images like tiny druids would mock her mind and taunt her until she set them free. What once was sorrow shifted to feeling like home. Her home was a small room that just fit her princess white desk, bed and dresser. There in the tiny shadows of light she would write poems. Always, a melancholic reverie of her soul.
At fifty nine, while entering the cathedral for a piano concert, she felt the same chill of being a sub-terrain being with no voice. A muted mess of a soul. This was always her self-image, a hideous, unworthy person. As she turned the rusty knob of the ancient cathedral where ghosts lured in tombstones on the outskirts like withering holograms once human holding hands in poetic chants;She knew she was home. Poetically jointed piano keys and sorrowful strings beckoned her up the creaky stairs. Each footstep as silent as “The Lightness of Dark” lured her into abysmal places in a heart of grief, sorrow, unforgiving shouts of strings forced her rapidly to question her existence on this earth. Did she ascend the spiral steps of this cathedral to descend over the pulpit and die?
Or was this the message of death’s consuming hold within her life-the piano promised poise in the face of incomprehensible soulful streams of sounds of loss. No, she would not lure herself to her death! The evocation of lingering notes that lounged in crevices above her resonated blasts of hope-she would ascend in unison with keys and strings summoning only life-A trance of hallucinatory ascension guided by the bow!