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.........