Pathway to Pendora?

- Oer Wout

Image: Oer Wout

Prequel: “Three months later, she sat on the swing, her mind flurrying around the news. Shy, quiet Lindsay was going to have a fairy spirit’s baby. The back door remained open, a dark space against the house’s peeling paint. Smiling to herself, she stood up. “I hope that is the road to Pendora,” she said to no-one in particular.”

As she crossed the grassy wilds from backyard rusty swing to door-space, she remained resolute. She accepted the role of single parent. But Rogan needed to know he was the father. Given his seductive appeal to women, he might have 100 children. But their mother wasn’t Lindsay.

She ventured inside the darkness. Barely visible in pale light through grimy windows, a trail worn into a carpet of thick dust. Step upon step, interlaced with prints not made by human shoe or foot. Lindsay wanted to close her eyes. To pretend she was in an Alice-dream. “This must be the road to Pendora,” she thought, “And I’m not the only traveller.”

Up the staircase that leant to the left then right, she climbed higher into the stifling air of the house. Past rooms with doors open. Lonely spaces calling out to be found. Missteps retraced to travel-way. Staircase narrowing towards what must be the attic door, left slightly ajar.  “For the baby,” she whispered. To her off-rhythmic heart beat, she slipped through a crack widened by her push against the door.

She breathed in the rain-drip smell of damp earth and mushrooms. She was on an unmarred leaf-covered path.  “Why hadn’t some one shuffle-kick-shuffle through such an inviting avenue of leaves?” Lindsay  wondered. She was almost tempted to.

Sentinel trees stood guard along it’s perimeter. Silence. No rush of wind swaying branches. No bird song. No small scuttle of creatures through the dry leaf forest bed. The path took a straight route towards a hint of light. “Pendora,” she hoped.

Her steps crunkled and thundered, echoing back and forth against the line of trees. She expected, awakened by her noisy entrance, the trees would shift, talk, reach down in anger or in love. They remained centuries-still. “Too much JRR!” An incredible self-analysis to have just then.

Far off, in the distant right, a noise was growing. A dead-leaf tornado heading to the path. Heading towards her. Time to run, retrace her steps back to the warm sun and hum of bees. Turning, a mirror of the path lay behind her. No quick exit through to her world. A frightened rush towards Pendora the only choice.

Someone was whispering to her. Trying to gain attention in the chaos of her mind. “Destiny.” Rogan voice so close to her. Yet, she remained alone on the path. “Stand your ground,” he said. “Lindsay, you must hold your ground.”

Visible now; a maelstrom of leaves, of wind, of noise. Shakedly readied herself on the road to Pendora.

Continuation (prompt from Rattling Bones) written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge # 64: Pathway.


© Phylor, 2015


6 thoughts on “Pathway to Pendora?

  1. DELL CLOVER June 12, 2015 / 7:06 pm

    “A dead leaf tornado” really struck me–sharp imagery.


    • phylor June 13, 2015 / 7:44 am

      I was thinking of what would I be afraid of heading towards me — with some of it’s “stuff” unrevealed? I hate tornados, so I thought that’s what’s happening in the story. Took awhile to get the dry leaf part. :-)


      • DELL CLOVER June 13, 2015 / 7:51 am

        I’ve never been in a tornado, but my best friend’s mom lost her home last year (?) when IL was hit hard. Very traumatic, and miraculous that she suffered only some bumps and bruises. The fascination to me, is how tornado damage is so random! One home destroyed, the neighbor’s untouched; my friend’s mom said that, amid all the destruction, her china cabinet remained standing! Crazy!


        • phylor June 13, 2015 / 8:55 am

          I see the scene as if a war had happened! Bombs dropped. This time between us and “mother” nature. The randomness is eerily fascinating.

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  2. phylor June 10, 2015 / 8:22 pm

    I’m glad you’re intrigued. I don’t know where Lindsay will find herself next.


  3. humbird June 10, 2015 / 4:45 pm

    Intriguing… all these ‘ Past rooms with doors open.’ and what’s gonna happens now…


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