Cherry Blossom

Cherry blossoms floated from the tree tops. Gently they fell. Silence… No, the absence of sound punctuated by earth being displaced. As the weight got heavier so did it weigh on those who surrounded her. She was unaware, her life at an end. Around her

final place of rest they stood, watching as the earth obscured their view.

One cherry blossom, no different from the rest, broke from its stem. Freely it fell, choosing its path, or was it in the clutches of the wind. Sooner or later it would land, and land it did. Perched, unnoticed, on a broad black hat.

Memories coursed through her, carousels and the innocent laughter of children. There was her sister, bold as ever. Feet planted on the saddle as everyone else held tightly to the pole erupting from their mounts. Her laugh was infectious as could be seen in the chants from each child’s lips, urging her on to greater exploits. Before she could cry out to her sister, horse and song faded away; replaced with gowns and tiaras. They’d both had their first kiss that night. It had to be the cutest boys in school. Sister would not settle for anything less. There they were, one about to bolt,  hand firmly clasped in hers. Two boys leaned forward, lips parting, giving them their first kiss. She ripped her hands free and ran, memory fading into another.

An art gallery she’d been dragged to. Darkness everywhere, except for the single bulbs lighting the art on the wall. Red splotches bleeding on white canvas. Discomfort quickly took her waking her back to reality. Still, no memory would be as strong as the carousel they returned to every year.

One cherry blossom, no different from the rest, broke from its stem. Freely it fell, choosing its path, or was it in the clutches of the wind. Sooner or later it would land, and land it did. Perched, unnoticed, on a broad black shoulder.

Memories coursed through him, carousels and the innocent laughter of children. There was her sister, bold as ever. No one noticed her fall. She was no longer a child, why would they. Fall she did, into his waiting arms. Before she could cry out, carousel and song faded away, replaced with a gown, white, unblemished. He stood in front of her, relishing the panic in her eyes. Throat struggled to scream, the gag keeping it to a whimper. He screamed for her. Howled for her, a wolf to the full moon before a hunt. This was no hunt. His prey lay bound. A single bulb swung, casting shadows. Still, the gleam of the knife he held never dulled. Leaning forward he whispered to her “I’m sorry”. Their eyes met, in it she saw a deep ravenous hunger surrounded by emptiness. Death, her death stared back at her giving her strength beyond her limits. Head butting him in the face she ripped at her bonds.

Laughter, there he lay, blood dripping from a cut in his head laughter from his lips. Only then did she feel the chains that held her legs. Fight left her as his hands clasped her throat, knife slowly slipping into her chest. She screamed, cut short, blood filling her lungs. Relishing the spread of red against the white gown, he struggled to contain his ecstasy as he watched his new master piece unfold before his very eyes. Too much, it jolted him back to reality.

Cherry blossoms floated from the tree tops. Gently they fell. Silence… No, the absence of sound punctuated by earth being displaced. A tear fell, coming from one with a broad black…



4 thoughts on “Cherry Blossom” by Jon Doe (@just2day)

  1. This is a phenomenal merge of sweet flowing poetry, and honey-coated prose.

    Frankly, something in your narrative threw my memory back to Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code.

    Me Likey. And more space to your remarkable imaginary room. (Wink)

    1. @chetty Wow that is more than i hoped for

      I really should read one of Dan Brown’s books. For me it is a step forward if it elicited even a whiff of a memory of such an esteemed writer

      Thanks, I’m glad you liked it.

  2. Haunting expressions, vivid imagery, effortless flow… great piece!

    1. @feliciataave Much obliged, always a pleasure when the reader connects with the story

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