The Wall part two

(When we left The Wall, the mongoloid sister, whose name was Stacey, was standing over the dead body of her elder sister.  Her sister had been trying to dig through a mammoth wall that divided their small family from the rest of "the world". Their grieving mother had just commanded Stacey to carry out her sister's mission)

Stacey stared at the wall, and her sister,  in disbelief.   Small pinpoints of tears in the corner of her eyes. Her sister, lying there, was cold and was not really anything anymore. She was a leaf.  An acorn hull.  She was Gone.

Stacey wasn't stupid.  She may have been a mongoloid, but she certainly was not stupid! The wall was angry at her sister for mutilating it's surface and it had killed her.  Simple.  There was no fucking way she'd try to finish her work!

Besides, Stacey had her own dreams: a small shop in which to sell embroidery.  She was a talented stitcher who could weave a fern frond into a fantastical design. If she concentrated hard enough, she could weave clouds together to form Celtic knot work in the sky. She would not leave her comfortable life for...something unknown.

Sad grey weeks went by, months went by and Stacey tried to pretend the wall wasn't there and that her sister never had lived at all.  It didn't work.  Her mother looked at her witheringly every night as they prayed to their saints.  It was difficult to take.

Because she had taken to sleeping in her vanished sister's untouched room, Stacey now slept with a clear view of the wall from her northern window.

The view of the wall was a daunting one, and Stacey wondered how her sister could have lived her short life with that  cold reminder so close.  And of course she had become obsessed with it!  It stretched bland and forbidding blocking the sky, allowing only a slant of late afternoon light into the room.  

What Stacey loved about this room, and knew in her heart what her sister had cherished, was the heady rose scent that began to fill the domicile as soon as the first bud opened in early June.  The rose garden was just to the right of the house, a small patch of beauty between their house and the forest. Stacey awoke to this gift, and wept as the scent seemed to stitch up her broken heart.

She was ready to see what was on the other side of the wall.

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To be continued.........

The Wall part one

Once there was a pretty enough girl who lived behind a really high wall.  Everyday even when it was rainy she would come out to look and sit at it's foot.  There were no chinks or crevasses or flaws in the wall; it was perfectly smooth and impenetrable.

She lived in a small house very close to the wall with her aged mother and mongoloid sister.  Her sister, younger than the girl, was called a mongoloid because she refused to believe a world outside of their small corner existed.  She had never seen it.  She had never smelt it or touched it with her groping hands - thus it did not exist.  This lit a fire under her sister, she realized that her life's mission was to prove to the younger girl that there really was a world out there worth looking for.  She had seen it in a dream, a fantastic and beautiful place that they could choose to live in, if they so desired.

Her typical ministrations at the wall became more intense. For instance instead of running a hand lightly over it's facade, she deliberately caressed the wall within preset measured quadrants.  Where once she had sat with her back to the wall gazing up at the sky, she now pressed her fingers into the grass at it's base, looking for an opening, an outlet, something.

You see, the wall was built before she was born, by beings who may no longer walk this earth.  But what was the wall keeping hidden from the girl?

Maybe she was wrong, maybe something monstrous lay beyond and the builders were simply smarter than she was.  They had done her a favor by placing it so prominently in her life.

Scaling the wall was forever out of the question.  It's substance was as smooth as still water and it's height! Well, the walls' top could simply not be seen.  It seemed to extend up into the sky itself.

One day the girl decided to use her pocket knife to gouge a hole in a discreet part of the Wall, the part directly outside her bedroom window, to the right of the rose garden.

She very carefully cut.  Cut, cut.  It was weird, cutting into the wall gave her the spooky feeling of cutting into her own flesh. But she persevered and by the end of the day, she had dug a tube about 3 inches deep.  Her knife really couldn't go much deeper.

Just as she was sitting back on her haunches to contemplate her work, a flaming rock fell from the sky, possibly thrown by the angels themselves.  At least that was what the elderly mother thought when she and the mongoloid sister discovered the girl's dead cold body.

"You must finish what you sister started!" the mother shouted in her grief.  "You must get through that wall!"

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