Joseph held the little green watering can in a firm grip as
he looked down lovingly on the dahlias. They had recently blossomed into one of
the most beautiful plants he had ever seen, a magnificent shade of purple that
he had tried to paint before but never felt he could perfectly capture its
beauty.
A little
girl bounced up to him, her golden hair in a messy plait. She pulled on his
shirt, trying desperately to drag him away from the dahlias. “The lily whites,
Jo. Water the lily whites.”
Joseph
looked over to the only two calla lilies that the small child had made the
centrepiece of their little garden. He smiled down at her, her cheeks rosy with
life, her eyes bright and excited. “They’re white lilies,” he tried to correct
her. But she shook her head, giggling.
“White
lily,” he repeated, hoping she would get it this time.
“Lily white,”
she said as she ran off laughing.
But then the
whole world paused for a second, the sky darkening. There was a loud screech
and a crash and Joseph felt himself begin to tremble-
Cold sweat
slid down Joseph’s back as he awoke with a start. He was gasping, a few tears
escaping his eyes. He quickly flicked his bedside lamp on. It took his eyes a
few moments to adjust to the sudden burst of light but as soon as Joseph was
able to see again, he immediately regretted it.
Across from
his bed, there was a similar looking, empty one, the sight squeezing air from
Joseph’s lungs. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face and through his
hair. His heart was beating at a worryingly fast pace, the blood vessel on his
neck threatening to burst with the pressure.
So Joseph
decided to get up. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, several pieces
of paper that had been nestled by his feet fluttered away. Joseph quickly
caught one and looked down at it. It was an old drawing of his, unoriginally
titled ‘Chrysanthemum’. But as Joseph looked at it closer, he noticed that
someone else had scribbled ‘lily whites’ in big, wobbly letters on the back.
Suddenly,
loud, insistent knocking rapped on the wardrobe door. Joseph stared at it in
shock. His whole body began shaking, half terrified, half confused.
Tiptoeing
closer, the knocking got quieter but there was no doubt that that was where the
knocking had come from. Joseph pressed his ear against the door and listened,
but all noise paused, a heavy silence invited back into the room.
Joseph, hand
shaking slightly, reached for the handle, opened the wardrobe door and peered
into it. It led to an upward, spiralling staircase that emanated a soft white
glow.
Taking a
deep breath, Joseph grabbed the handrail and began climbing the ominous steps,
suddenly compelled to reach the top.
As he
climbed higher and higher, his nose was greeted with a luscious, green, organic
smell and he thought he could hear a soft, familiar song being sung. At the top
he was greeted by a white room, beautiful pale pink and white fairy foxgloves
adorning the walls, their green leaves decorating the four borders like
banners. The floor appeared to be made of water and reflected the ceiling where
cream petunias and magenta fuchsias trickled from hanging baskets.
And in the
middle of the room grew row upon row of magnificent, radiant calla lilies,
their white trumpets like full lips, humming sombre lullabies.
Joseph
paused, and fixed his gaze on something else in the middle of the room. It wasn’t
the flowers buzzing with music, it was a girl. A young girl with pretty golden
hair tangled together in a messy plait. She had porcelain skin and wore a
simple, plain white dress making her look like some sort of angel. She seemed
to glow softly and she struggled to hold up a small green watering can that
sprinkled water droplets like glitter over the lilies.
Joseph’s
feet suddenly found themselves inching towards the girl, his feet creating
ripples in the floor. He froze though as the girl looked up from the flowers
and watched him curiously. For some reason, Joseph was nervous, an overwhelming
sadness gluing his lips together.
A few
moments passed as the pair looked at each other from a short distance away,
before the girl’s mouth lifted into an excited smile and beckoned Joseph over.
Joseph
walked carefully over to her and she handed him the watering can, gesturing to a
sign hidden amongst the pearly flowers.
“Water the
lily whites” it read, tickling the corners of Joseph’s mind.
Joseph
looked back to the girl, who suddenly looked unsure of herself, a sight that
Joseph hated to see. But Joseph understood. He nodded and began watering the
flowers.
The girl
slowly pushed herself into action, grabbing Joseph’s shirt to pull him down to
her level. She planted a soft kiss on Joseph’s forehead and wandered out of the
garden and up a different flight of stairs. Still humming her melancholy tune,
she left, closing the door behind her.
Joseph
looked down at the lilies, which seemed to glimmer like stars in a clear sky,
and smiled to himself, an inner peace suddenly washing over him, a single tear
suddenly rolling down his face.
Only one
thought remained in his head: “white lily.”
And a small
giggle seemed to sound out around him: “lily white.”
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