Young Writers Society

The cold winds of the north swept through the forest, it traveled through the lushes trees and the beautiful red and blue flowers. The wind traveled like a snake; smooth and cleanly through the forest where it arrived in a mansion, the mansion tall, but broken from age and improper maintenance. Inside the wind twirled the dust in the ground then it moved from room to room until it hit the sleeping old Benji in the face.

Benji awoke from his deep slumber opened his eyes and looked around. The room to him felt so know and unknown at the same time. He inhaled the cold frigid air slowly then he exhaled it out the same way. With every breath he felt his life waning.

Benji slowly moved his old and frail body, with every motion his body cracked. Popping sound's filled the room as he got up from the bed and stood bent. Benji while touching his back with his hand went into the hallway. shattered glasses, chipped wood and random pools of mud made up the floor of the hallway, Benji walked on them barefooted he made no sound as his numb feet came in contact with the floor.

As Benji entered the kitchen he paid no heed to the red blood that trailed behind him. Benji found a half eaten loaf of bread with a packet of cream cheese in the one of the old cabinets. As he laid the cream in the outer layer of the bread with his finger, he reminiscent about the old times when the kitchen was filled with maids and servants, he remembered as they moved around like dry leaf's blown by the wind.

After finishing his meal Benji ventured into the garden, where it was filled with flowers and trees that have died from inappropriate care. The flowers reminded him of his wife, once bright and lovely now robbed of its color. He imagined what expression she was making, was it a sad one or one of happiness. He imagined his wife outside giving orders to the maids with a expression that would even make him scared. Everything felt empty as Benji ventured further, until he was standing besides his wife's grave. While kneeling he ran his wrinkly finger through the tombstone as it read 'Allena Vet Benji'.

He knelt there even when the rains cascaded from the sky, the sounds of the rain and the lightning became a backdrop to his mind as he sat there, waiting for something.

Soon night started to rule as Benji got up and heeded back to the mansion. He followed back the bloodied path to his room where he fell asleep again.

The rays of the sun peeked through the tears in the curtain. The rays fell onto his face, but no response, no reaction came from him. He had already now met with his wife.