The long rows of lavender fields stretched up to the rim of the high hill, where a lone tree was watching over the scented valley. The summer was at full height, the warmth of the sun diluting the spicy aroma of lavender blue into waves of wandering breeze. The sky was flooded by light, its azure dimming under the power of glow. Nothing warned about the tempest concocting inside the atmosphere. Before I could even realize what was happening around me, the ocean of air thickened in silk-grey and then turned into violent, dark grey streaked with steel blue sizzles and phosphorescent turbulence.
The clouds gathered into tidal waves, the wind erupted from the tip of the storm and the world was shaken from its “dolce-far-niente” of a summer afternoon. Taken by surprise, all I could do was to run uphill and hide under the arms of the tree. I couldn’t care about the lightning…What was unfolding above was scarier than any threat. This tempest was not an ordinary one. Under the rush of the horses of winds the scent of the lavender fields was intoxicating. Suddenly, the skies cracked with a thunderous noise…that continued above my head, in the branches of the tree. I heard a sharp cry and something heavy was coming down, hitting and breaking sticks and leaves. I stepped back instinctively and that something landed with a thud on the heap of grass under. Whatever it was, it wasn’t happy of this speedy landing. But what was it and where did it come from?
The young woman bent over the dark shape that has landed so unexpectedly beside her and spoke softly, trying not to scare the new comer and hiding her own nervousness about the strange happening. While this cautious ballet was unfolding under the tree, the storm quieted in the skies and the sun returned to its vantage point on the top of it.
-Hey….Are you ok?-the girl asked timidly.
The shape at her feet was humanlike so she hoped that they could communicate somehow. A painful grumbling came from the curled up body and the creature turned towards her. A pair of light-green eyes was gazing at her and the answer came in a strange, alien language. And the face…well, it was definitely human.
Hearing the row of unintelligible words left me speechless for a moment but after all, what was I expecting from someone who crash-landed from the skies? So I swallowed to calm down, smiled a bit and slowly held out a hand to help…it up. From the messy hair, full of sticks and shreds of leaves, the pained and puzzled expression of the youthful face, the unisex silver-grey overall and black boots, it looked like a man. But there was something behind that first impression, a touch of soft sadness, a thin streak of fragility, elusive shadows that faintly shone through the appearance of the whole.
-Come…let me help you-I said, hoping that my gesture was at least universal among sentient beings. You have brought down half of the treetop in your hair-I added with a chuckle.
There was a short flash of light inside those luminous eyes and a strong hand grabbed mine. The stranger stood up and shook his head with a grin. He coughed, spitting out some dirt that got in his mouth and we both laughed. It was a sign of normality inside an awkward situation. I helped him brush off all the dirt and we could finally face each other and assess the situation. It was only then, that I realized that the storm has vanished just as sudden as it started. The landscape around was untouched and even the treetop seemed whole. Here we were, in the middle of an ocean of blooming lavender, two strangers brought together by some sort of currents of Space, Time or Fate. And what would’ve you done with an alien that has landed at your feet? Hmmm…I wonder. Oh, well….I know what I did: I took him home.
The cheerful row of colorful, tidy houses was crisscrossing along the large, violet-blue field of scented flowers. There was a cherry-red house at the end of the lane with a delicate flower garden in the front yard and one of fresh vegetables behind the house. It wasn’t easy to get closer unnoticed through the mostly open terrain but the two young people managed somehow to escape from one bush to another, one tree to another, hiding, waiting until there was no one to sight them stealing in. They took the way to the hind door and soon as the girl unlocked it, she grabbed her companion by the hand and pushed him inside hurriedly. He was safe for now.
I have moved to this cozy little village almost a year ago. As a free-lancer writer, I needed both a job that would provide me with an income and a place out of time where my wildest dream could come alive through my writings. I have searched for the craziest opportunities, dismissed most of them until I’ve stumbled upon a photo and a story, some kind of an add connected to the place in the picture. It talked about an abandoned lighthouse that waited for a bold and dedicated person to open it for the public. It was supposed to house a small post office for the equally small villages scattered in the area around. A few hours a day would’ve provided me to a decent income and I could’ve lived in a house rented by the company. It took me one second to decide; for me, it was dream come true. My family and friends were not surprised at all; by now, they were used to my peculiarities and my stubbornness. So, I left everything behind and moved in the little red house. The villagers were fine and friendly people, willing to help me and becoming my steady customers. My little Buggy loved the country roads and served me well as I commuted day by day between the edge of the lavender fields and the sandy shores of the blue-eyed sea.
Of course very soon I had elderly ladies and gentlemen worrying for me, trying to get me into relationship with the youth around, hoping to make me marry one of them and settle for good in their neighborhood. I mixed easily with people so I didn’t mind; I knew they were just…loving and caring. My sense of humor helped me through awkward moments and nobody got hurt during that. But now….I was inside the house, breathless from running, hiding under the line of visibility, dragging a stranger from above behind me. And I was hungry. So, I expected the same was…him. But what do you give to an alien to eat? I let…him look around my place and opened the fridge: hmmm, milk, eggs, butter, cheese. Some leftovers from lunch. Lucklily, there were some strawberries in a casserole and some early summer apples in the fruit-box below. Oh, and a salad for the evening. Ok….I turned abruptly and found myself face to face with my guest.
He was right behind me, peeking inside my refrigerator with questioning eyes. I gazed inside those unusually clear eyes; the translucent green waters were shifting and escaping to any attempt to catch them, even for the fraction of a moment. The soft, black pupils were shying away for a moment, just to return my gaze with innocent curiosity moments later. A familiar yet strange scent of mixed sea breeze and…star-dust was coming from him. He blinked, I chuckled and took him by the hand.
-Come-I said, hoping that he would guess my intentions. Let’s eat something before we both collapse of hunger.
I sat him down to the table and he smiled. It seems that tables are a familiar piece of furniture all over the Universe. I placed all the available food in the middle, took out some sliced, homemade bread, two plates, forks and fruit knives. And so it began the first interstellar dinner in the history of mankind. And since sharing food had always provided a good communication ground, the stranger and me, we went through the traditional “You Tarzan, me Jane”, just this time he learned that I was Iris, while what I could comprehend of his name was something close to “ Stellar”.
Ok, before any of you is freaking out about my mindless courage to share my private space with a total stranger, let me tell you that while he was bravely going through the challenge of Earth-food, Pixie, my red cat descended from the attic, gave us a short look and hopped in….his lap, purring noisily. A wide smile, almost childlike appeared on the face of my companion, then he gently ran his fingers along the silky back of the animal, saying something in his melodious language. So, after being certified as ” friend” by my trustworthy cat, I had no problem in getting him to sleep in the small bedroom upstairs. There was an additional bathroom next to it, so my guest was safe up there from any incidental visitor from the village. I’ve chosen to sleep downstairs on the sofa, with Pixie curled up under the blanket at my feet. It was a piece of furniture comfortable enough.
After the load of excitement of the day, I fell asleep almost instantly and the night felt short for my needs. I woke up with the first rays of the rising sun. I set up and for a moment, I was wondering if yesterday’s events really happened. But the sighting of the two tea cups on the table was a tangible proof; I never had tea with my imaginary friends….So I hooped down of the sofa and got into the daily routine. I put a kettle on the stove for a tea and made scrambled eggs for two. I packed a small sandwich for work and dressed up. A new, shiny summer day was emerging outside, scattering fluffy clouds all over the sleepy azure of the morning sky. Refreshed and ready to go, I sprinted upstairs and knocked at the bedroom door. No answer. I carefully cracked the door and saw that my guest was still sleeping. I approached and touched him lightly.
-Hmmmm….-the mumbling was, oh, so familiar and human.
He was sleeping on his belly, sprawled on the bed. His silver-grey overall was laid on the back of the chair while his black boots were tossed under. I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a look at him. The black, spiky hair was cut short above the ears but left longer, down the neck. It was thick and strong, slightly curled, with changing, silver streaks, depending on the play of lights. The skin of the youthful face was soft and tanned, with an amber tint. Long, curled black eyelashes were bordering the now sleeping elusive eyes. On the whole, the face was just as hard to capture as the play of lights inside the green pool of the strangely captivating eyes. It all depended on what you wanted to see. It was equally the face of a young man with boisterous expression or the face of a young woman, a tomboy with soft, pink lips and a delicate smile that was still lingering over them even in the deepest sleep. The strength of the man was in the bone structure and the firm grip but the fingers were long and expressive and the skin had a velvety touch. As I was watching him, Stellar moved in his sleep and I saw a small tattoo on the back of his neck. Five small stars in an unfamiliar pattern were printed deep in the skin. I touched them…instinctively and he sighed and then opened his eyes. I retracted my hand before he could realize that I touched him and I blushed. What the hell was I doing?
-Come-I said with a reassuring smile. Let’s eat; I have to go to work.
I don’t know how much sense my words made to him but in less than 10 minutes he was descending to breakfast. He looked refreshed and relaxed. He was wearing something like a T-shirt and stretch-pants, both deep blue and….he was barefoot. I think he just had enough of his boots. He caught my gaze at his feet and chuckled. I laughed and brought him a pair of slippers. We sat at the table and suddenly, I felt like we had done this a hundred times before.
I drove to work with a worried, small heart; I had to lock Stellar in and I didn’t like the feeling at all. It’s hard to leave behind a puppy, locked and lonely, but he was not a puppy. He was an intelligent being, fallen from his world into one alien to him. Were I in his place, how would I react? Losing family, friends, familiar faces, familiar places….ending up in a place you know nothing about, uncertain that you’d be ever able to return home. My heart sank with the flood of thoughts running wild in my head. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
“ Put yourself together, girl. Focus. You cannot help him if you panic.”
I reached the lighthouse, parked the car and opened the office. It was mail collecting day and that kept me busy in the next few hours. Some of my friends from the villages around came in, bringing mail collected from the elderly neighbors or their own sends. Some of them came by sea and completed my provisions with fresh fish. We shared a laugh, a joke and a few friendly words and they left. Soon, the Post Van arrived and the mail was loaded beside other sacks, Freddie Barnes, the chauffeur filled me with the latest gossips collected on the road, then off he went. I left the office a few minutes and sat on the steps. The day was clear, the air translucent and warm, the breeze bringing soft noises and spicy, salty scents. It was such a peaceful place, loaded with romance and mystery…The lighthouse offered enough space upstairs for at least two additional rooms and the top of it was unused, though the diamond-shaped light bulb was still functional and so was the whole flashing system. But by now, there were no ships needing its blazing services. Oh, well…Perhaps one day the lighthouse will come to life. The sharp sound of my cell phone brought me back abruptly into reality. It was my landlady calling with an alarmed voice:
-Iris dear! Mrs. Pickett called me a few minutes ago and she said that there is somebody in your house! We thought about calling the constable….what if it’s a dangerous burglar inside?!
My brain froze for a second; a policeman to rush into the house and take Stellar by surprise was the last thing I needed. I had no idea how did Mrs. Pickett know someone was in my house but she was my closest neighbor with a propensity for …spying on people. She also loved my tea-rose bushes and frequently came to see them. I calmed down and answered to the anxious lady waiting at the other end of the line:
-Mrs. Green, calm down please. You don’t have to call the constable, there’s no burglar in my house. My cousin arrived late last night and I left him sleeping. Probably Mrs. Pickett saw him while she was inspecting my roses.
I’ve heard a deep sigh and Mrs. Green chuckled.
-Iris dear! I’m so relieved. Oh, I’ve told Mary (-that was Mrs. Pickett’s name) not to peek inside people’s house ‘cause she might misunderstand what she would see. Well, dearie, thank God we didn’t do anything stupid. I’m sorry if I made you worry. Good bye, dearie!
-Good bye, Mrs. Green and thank you for calling.
I’ve put down my cell phone and shuddered; oh, my goodness…Then as I raised my eyes above, I smiled. I had an idea: moving with Stellar into the lighthouse.
The next days and weeks went on with bonding and bridging the interstellar relationship inside the house. Stellar was an avoid learner and soon, he was able to speak at least a few short sentences in English while I gathered some knowledge about his native tongue. It was a melodious language, a bit like singing but slowly my ears became accustomed to its modulations. The first thing I tried to find out was the cause of his crash landing on this planet or in this reality. Stellar made a very unhappy face and shook his head; he couldn’t remember. Even his home planet was only a faint memory and if he had left loved ones behind, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was the pain in his heart, the longing for something untouchable and a rush of panic sometimes, one that he tried to hide and keep under control. So for now, our best shot was to teach him about Earth and move out to the lighthouse, far from the curious eyes of the villagers.
Needless to say that Mrs. Pickett was at my door soon as I got home that first day. She was eager to see my….cousin.
-Oh, Iris-she said as she slipped inside the house-I was so worried, my dear girl. You are alone here, with this wilderness behind the house so I was so frightened to see a shadow moving behind the shadings. I heard that it was your cousin….I’m sorry for making all that fuss, but you do understand my concerns, don’t you?
I smirked and sat her down, poured her a tea and satisfied her curiosity.
-Mrs. Pickett, I appreciate your care and concern for me but please, next time you call me first.
She smiles sheepishly and asked between two sips of tea.
-And when did your cousin arrive? I haven’t seen a car the whole day passing by….
-He arrived late this night so I assume you were sleeping by then-I replied.
“ Nosy old biddy…”- added my mind.
-And he still needs to adjust to our time zone. He’s from abroad and he’s not speaking our language very well. You’ll excuse us?-I said with the sweetest smile, as I lead her to the door.
I could clearly see that she wanted to stay more, hoping to get a glimpse of my so called relative but she gave up finally and I closed the door firmly behind her. As I turned, Stellar was sitting on the sofa with a grin on his face and I laughed to. Humans are all the same, regardless of the planet they come from. Curious neighbors are everywhere, much to the annoyance and the amusement of those becoming the subject of their curiosity. But there was a silver lining to all of this; Mrs. Pickett spread the news about my visiting cousin around the village so I could purchase him a few new shirts and trousers without any more explanations or raised eyebrows.
Curiosity killed the cat and Mrs. Pickett couldn’t help but kept spying on my house to get a glimpse of my elusive cousin. Stellar was staying indoor while I was at work and even after my return, we used to stay in the garden behind the house only late at night. Stellar seemed to slowly regain his memory though it was far from whole. He was curious about the lighthouse and the prospective of moving there. But the day before moving, the meeting of third degree took place between Stellar and Mrs. Pickett. She was lurking around the house early in the morning, pretending to check on the rose bushes. Well, it looked like most of the roses were in trouble around the windows; strange, isn’t it?
The curious, mousy lady leaned close to the window and shaded her eyes with a cupped hand; she forced her vision to discern what was inside the living and….She jumped off with a sharp cry, stumbled, quickly turned and ran away. The young man looking at her from inside shrugged then returned to the sofa where he was leafing through a book. I don’t know what she was expecting to see inside but I can assure you that there was nothing frightening in Stellar’s appearance. Maybe his flickering, mesmerizing green eyes were otherworldly…Anyway, Mrs. Pickett has never in her life ran so fast home. She unlocked her door with trembling hands, locked it from inside and put the chain to, then collapsed in the armchair.
“ Aliens!-she mumbled. The aliens are invading us!”
That evening my Mom called.
-Hello, Iris. I just got a call from your neighbor, Mrs. Pickett. She sounded worried and frantic. She asked me about your cousin from abroad….
-Oh, Mom….you know that lonely, elderly ladies tend to be unhealthily curious about others. I have a friend here and I didn’t want the whole village to worry about my status…-I chuckled.
-I know and though you always had the strangest choices and ideas, I know for sure that you’re not a fool. So, I’ve told that the young man is my step-sister’s son and that he has been raised in a faraway country. She calmed down a bit but I think she still kept some doubts about him. Anyway, I just wanted to warn you…not everyone shares you open mind and heart. Take care, my dear and call me sometimes, ok?
-Yes, Mom and thank you. Don’t worry, he’s not a green-skinned alien and he won’t eat me. I’m quite hard to swallow.
-Interesting that you say this; she kept repeating that she was thinking he’s an alien from space, an invader…Greeting to your interstellar friend and keep me posted, will you?
-Good night, Mom. I love you to!
So after this conversation I called Stellar, we packed up quickly and left by the car. The night was arching above us, the Milky Way in full diamond blaze. Stellar was silent and lost in thoughts. Despite the scarcity of communication in words, we seemed to be already connected on a deeper level and we could anticipate what the other one intended. The country road crisscrossed like a dark serpent, hidden in the lavender field then opened a bit to end finally at the lighthouse. The sea was whispering not too far, gently washing the shore. We stepped out of the car and Stellar raised his eyes to the top of the tower. Even in the dim light I could read the amazement and awe on his face. This soaring, slender building seemed to resonate deep inside him. He took a deep breath and exhaled, trembling of the mix of emotions building up inside him. He whispered something in his language, repeating it over and over again.
I touched him gently on the shoulder.
-Come-I said, taking him by the hand. Let me show you something.
He followed me like in a trance. We climbed to stairs till we reached the exit on the top. I’ve opened wide the door and we stepped out on the circular balcony. The sea was rocking slowly bellow, the stars were sparkling above us. Diamond lights were glittering on the tips of the waves, the galaxy of stars above mirrored by the galaxy rolling in and out of the shore.
-Watch this-I said and I connected the lighthouse circuits. The light bulb came to life in full blaze and started to rotate in its own rhythm: Light-dark-light-light-dark, light-dark-light-light-dark, light-dark-light-light-dark…Magic filled the air and my companion was overwhelmed by its touch. He was gasping for air and tears were running down his face.
“Home…”-the words stumbled out of his mouth in pain. His home was in the light and he had fallen out of it through the darkness. We stood there for hours, tracing the trail of stars in the dark ocean of air…He was holding my hand, squeezing hard in those moments when the remembrance of his lost home washed over him. At the end of these hours, he finally regained his composure, the flow of the emotions returned to the riverbed and he was able to talk without falling apart.
“ My home is different from what you’d think….yet we are just like you, humans. Same dreams and hopes, same failures. We inhabit the light and our home is in and out of your reality. There are passageways leading to the tangible, material worlds and you can reach us as well….in time.”
Stellar’s voice was softening while he was speaking about his world. He seemed lost in an untouchable distance, drifting on the currents of the Space, through the depths and heights of the Universe. He shook his head and turned to me.
-I love this tower of light. I’d love to stay here; I’m sorry if I scared off that little lady. Am I so different? I don’t seem to realize…Tell me, please Iris. Is there anything wrong with me?
-You look pretty much human to me-I said with a reassuring smile. You also have beautiful eyes but it’s probably their flickering that freaked out Mrs. Pickett.
Stellar’s face turned serious and concerned.
-I did not realize that. My eyes are extremely sensitive and they see beyond what humans see, so they have a specific movement. Oh, poor old lady…She was running fast for her age….
I couldn’t help but laugh, imagining her speeding up….then I felt sorry and also worried. Fear bears monsters and none of us needed complications right now. We resumed our talk and left the light on the top to send its messages towards the sails of the sea and to those of the blinking stars. The first night spent in the lighthouse was filled with strange dreams…What had caused the fall of the very special person Stellar was? Who or whose fault was this exile into the material world? My mind was turning, trying to figure out what might have happened…and then, I fell into the bottomless abyss of dreams.
“ My birth was foretold by many strange signs. Light creatures as may be, we have our share of bodily existence so we have our home planets and a life that is basically the same as in every human community. So, days before I came into this world, long, thick streaks of mist filled the valley where we lived, dimming the sunlight during the day and turning into strangely phosphorescent ones in the night. My parents grew anxious, fearing something bad that could happen to both mother and child. A local Wise Woman came to our house and drew some protective patterns, just like your colorful Mandalas. But Nature refused to comply and by late evening my mother was transported to the local House of Birth in Light. “
Stellar stopped for a moment and his voice trailed a bit…
“ I am not sure if I was born to be a blessing or a curse for them….” The sadness of the sentence cut inside me as I was sitting next to him on the top of the lighthouse, listening to the history of my interstellar kin.
-Oh, shhht, Stellar….No child is born for the misfortune of his parents. It’s what we turn it into for obscure, awful reasons. Children are pure light of love embodied, a gift that should be treasured and protected until it grows and opens in full beauty.
“If you say so…”
A shooting star crossed the canvas of the night sky, sizzling in electric blue before it faded into the shadows.
“ So, moments before midnight, as the line separating light and dark passed above us, the sky cleared and let the light shine….bringing me into it. They said that just like the awkward moment of my birth, I was caught between the realms of life and nothingness, stubbornly clinging to the thin thread of life. Days and weeks passed before people around became certain of my victory above oblivion. It was only then that they named me. I have been…nonexistent during my battle; a tiny entity with no name, no identity.”
There was another break in Stellar’s story and I suddenly felt strongly attached to his fate. The unveiling of his previous history exerted a strong pull upon the intimate strings of my heart. The feeling that this encounter was holding more substance than it appeared at first was becoming stronger with each memory shared. I looked at him and saw his jaw tightening. You could tell from his expression that he was becoming aware for the first time of the reality he was talking about. Gloom was setting upon us and I was decided to fight it. I grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder.
-You won the fight for life against all odds! Maybe you’re more resourceful than you know…Come, let’s cook something before hunger will kill us both. The past might have long shadows but we could easily succumb to the dangers of the present if we’re not fit to face them.
I never thought that I could have smooth tongue. First time in the morning, Constable Patrick Calahan was knocking on the door of the lighthouse.
The young red-headed Constable was both annoyed and slightly ashamed. He loved his job as guardian of the citizens of his small and sleepy village. He was born here and has grown climbing each and every tree and jumping the neighbors’ fences. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He could remember a younger Mrs. Pickett, not so crazed by loneliness and way more understanding towards others. Alas, that was the past! Now, Mrs. Pickett kept nagging him, calling day by day to tell him that an Alien invasion was taking place right under his nose and that Iris Grey from the Lighthouse Post was in cahoots with them. He has tried to calm her down, to ignore her, to argue with her but nothing seemed to work this time. So when the elderly lady threatened to call his superiors in the city, he took his motorcycle and drove to the Lighthouse. Iris had recently moved there for the summer. Patrick liked her because she was funny, open minded and she was helping him with his love letters. The lady of his heart was teaching at the kindergarten and seemed to appreciate the Constable’s romantic writings…well adjusted by the skillful Iris. The young man was desperately trying to keep things under control and minimize the damages.
The sun was stretching its first rays above the faint mist of the early morning when Patrick knocked on the door, wondering what on Earth he could say to her….Luckily, Iris already guessed and chuckled:
-Early visitor, Patrick? Mrs. Pickett couldn’t sleep and sent you on wild goose chase?
The policeman reddened and coughed to hide his embarrassment.
-Eh, you know her well, Iris….She keeps nagging me so I came to talk.
-Get in and have a seat, Constable Calahan. I have a tea for you.
She poured tea for her and Patrick and sat on the couch, facing him.
– I’d like to talk with your cousin, Iris. Hey, don’t laugh; I’m serious. I have to do this properly or Mrs. Pickett will keep up with her story about the Alien Invasion. Does your cousin have a passport or some ID ?
Iris raised her eyebrows questioningly.
-Seriously? You want my cousin to prove you he’s not an alien or what?
There was a clear tint of irony in her voice and Patrick almost choked on the sip of tea he was taking. He coughed and shook his head in denial. He felt stupid.
-Good morning! I hope I’m not intruding…
The voice was pleasant and calm, situated between a deep baritone and a velvety alto. The young Constable turned and faced the newcomer. It was a tall and well built young man, with spiky, black hair, tanned complexion and…sunglasses. Which was very odd, considering that they were inside the lighthouse.
-I’m Stellar, Iris’ cousin. I understood you wanted to see me-said the stranger and smiled.
To Patrick the young man looked harmless; he was just another slightly punkish city-dweller, probably an artist considering the haircut and the sunglasses. He stood up and they shook hands. The grip was firm and manly and nothing in the appearance of the cousin made him think of an alien…not that the Constable would admit such nonsense anyway. Iris poured a tea for her cousin and now they were enjoying it in a trio.
-So, how long do you intend to stay in our village, Stellar?
The question stumbled out of his mouth in a very “police” manner and for a moment Patrick cursed his lack of subtlety. But the other one didn’t seem troubled by that; he took a sip of the tea and took off his sunglasses, before answering the question.
-You have a lovely village and this lighthouse is a fascinating place to live-he said, looking at the Constable sidewise. But I am a kind of a wanderer, in search for new horizons so you can tell that nice old lady that I won’t disturb her premises for long.
Patrick grinned and put down his empty cup.
-Thank you, Iris. I’m sorry for disturbing you so early. Have a nice vacation, Stellar and no problem. I’ll calm down Mrs. Pickett somehow.
He left with a sense of relief. This guy was pretty normal and Iris didn’t get mad either for intruding. Patrick sighed; at least he can come back later with another draft of his love-letter…Oh, and he’d pay a visit to Mrs. Pickett and charm her until things settle peacefully.
The moment Patrick closed the door behind him, I slammed my cup to the table.
-Oh! Right now I wish I was an alien and eat Mrs. Picket piece by piece!
I’ve heard Stellar chuckling and turned to him.
-I hope you were joking about leaving this place so soon-I said.
He shook his head smiling a bit sadly.
-I still don’t know what brought me here and if I left my planet as an exiled or an escapee. So, you’ll have to “endure” my presence for a while….I said that only to calm down the Constable and take him off your back.
We both laughed and then I descended to the office. A new day was opening its wings.
The Universe is a strange place, full of breathtaking beauty and chilling dangers. Life is one of the mysteries yet to be unraveled; it’s so bold and creative, conquering the hardest spots of a planet. But life is also fragile and easily shattered, wiped out, erased, crushed and sent into oblivion. Then, when it comes about intelligent, sentient, self-aware creatures, things get even more complicated. Emerging from inside a reign that is ruled by the harsh and objective laws of nature, of the survival of the fittest, boldest and most creative in solving the quests of life, humans, just like any other ones similar to them are carrying this spirit, while building a society of their own, based on principles that on many aspects collide with these natural instincts.
Thirst for power, greed, ruthless actions deemed to gain advantage before anyone, at any costs….these attitudes, though come from the basic instinct and competitiveness of the species, are rejected and repudiated, conflicting with the moral principles that allowed humanity to continuously rise above itself. But principles are one thing, individuals are something else. And these insidious flaws rise sometimes where you expect the less.
The child that has fought so hard to gain his right to love and light grew oblivious of the long row of challenges waiting ahead. As any other child, he was a chalice of emotions and had beautiful eyes wide open towards the miracles of the world around him. And just like the moment of his birth, he was charming and joyful, yet hard to bend; he was a real personality, a miniature one, but undeniable. A handful. A twinkling little star. The Universe spread its wings of blazing galaxies and took him under its protective magic. This resulted in an even more powerful personal aura, spreading around the child, then teenager and young adult. And the more he was shining, the more attention and love he attracted, the more envy and animosity it generated in some of those meant to love and protect him. We are born into this world and we learn to face its challenges….unless they come from our loved ones. By the time the Child of One Star became a full grown adult, his pure, translucent core was a diamond that has been battered, crushed, shattered, cracked by the darkest forces lurking in the Universe….and it was still shining through all the scarred facets like a true star. Nothing and no one could ever take away his gift of love and light. Connected through an invisible thread to the fountain of light, he was rising above hurt and pain, reborn like the flaming Phoenix. So, one day his enemy…(or enemies? ) pushed him into a ravine of darkness opened into the flesh of Space, hoping to get rid of him. And he fell….in a tree in the middle of a lavender field.
You might wonder how come that Stellar and me, we got to speak so easily; after all, he didn’t speak my language at first. Well, he was a fast learner, that’s for sure. From what I could see and understand, once connected to me, his mind was reading and adjusting to my mind as words and thoughts were forming and emerging. The complexity of the mind surpasses the complexity of the visible Universe. It has patterns and leaps that are yet to be discovered and understood. For now, it works on the thin border between science and magic….’cause each mystery encompasses magic. The perfect shape of a translucent rain drop falling from the ethereal skies is magic, though science can trace its birth and describe its logic. Magic and beauty are children of the same fountain of dreams of light.
So, the beautiful mind of Stellar kept reading and echoing my lines of light until we came to understand each other beyond words and also learned to speak the same language. After Patrick’s visit, days of peacefulness came and we both breathed more easily. I kept working downstairs, making my little office useful in connecting people, while upstairs Stellar was reading, learning and gradually recovering pieces of his memory. He shared these fragile moments of the puzzle as we walked along the shore, in the soft summer nights. What I have learned firsthand was that despite moments of deep despair or burning pain, his willingness of giving and caring remained unbroken. And that resonated deeply inside me and made him so precious to my heart.
-When I said that the Lighthouse is an amazing place, I meant it-he said one night, as we walked barefoot through the bubbling waves washing the shore. We have something similar to them at home, though at another scale. Something tells me that this particular one is placed in a meeting point of light that will reveal itself at the necessary moment.
-If that is true then maybe Mrs. Pickett’s concerns were more real than she knew-I said with a grin.
-Huh…I never thought about it that way…- replied Stellar and turned serious. I wouldn’t want my people to mess up your planet.
-Let’s hope they won’t and that I might scare them as well to go back at high speed. I could become pretty nasty if it’s needed, you know!
He looked at me for a moment then laughed.
-I’m not sure I would like to see that…but let’s say that I believe you.
We followed our walk in good mood. What was lurking in the depths of Space, we weren’t aware. Not yet.
In my dream I was walking in a forest, through a strange, narrow tunnel bordered by tall, strong trees, with branches entwined above like the fingers of wooden hands. Under my feet, the thick, old roots were also holding each other in an awkward pattern that resembled closely that of the canopy. After a while, the feeling that I was stepping on warm, living fingers became stronger and the fact that the tunnel was slowly closing on me just added to my anxiety. My only hope was in the light I was following, a bluish twinkling that kept calling me from the depth of the corridor. The rhythm of the sap rising and descending the row of tree columns sounded like a magic drum…or was it just my heartbeat? I couldn’t discern and separate them, my heart was beating wildly in my chest…but it was beating inside each tree as well. I closed my eyes for a moment and…the pounding became clearer and I heard Stellar calling me.
-Iris! Iris! Wake up!
Suddenly I was awake and back to reality. I jumped from the bed and ran to the door. It became clear that the sounds from my dream were in fact the knocks on my door. I quickly opened the door and faced Stellar. He was deeply troubled by something. He took me by the hand and we ran upstairs, until we reached the top of the lighthouse. It was past midnight, the Moon was nowhere to see and even the star light was dimmed by the sheen of vapor all over the sky. It was warm and the air felt sticky; I found difficult to breathe…Something was terribly wrong. But what?!
Stellar was scrutinizing the skies, murmuring.
-It’s here somewhere, it’s here, I can sense it…Oh! Why can’t I remember?!!!
The moment he cried out, the sky cracked with a deafening thunder and Space opened for a moment before us. I froze for a moment and I was unable to make some sense of the swirl of light and darkness inside that crack. But for Stellar that was a familiar appearance and not a pleasant one it seemed.
-Oh, no, you won’t!-he shouted and leaped forward. He turned for a moment-“I’ll be back!”-and then disappeared, while the crack closed without trace. I leaned against the wall, trembling. Tears were streaming from my eyes but I didn’t dare even to blink. I was afraid that I might lose Stellar’s image and that I would wake up from this unbelievable dream to a reality where he doesn’t even exist….
So you think that this was a dream and that living in a Lighthouse, far from the rush and rumble of social life makes me imagine things? Huh, no, my friends! And this wasn’t the result of an extra glass of wine, one too much….Not. The moment I descended the top and walked pass the second bedroom I painfully realized that whatever happened during all these days and weeks, it has been real. The moment of loss became even clearer and the pain sharp and persistent. Why? You ask me why? That I knew almost nothing about him and why the pain?
Oh, but the logic of the heart is widely different of the logic that makes our mind tick. I think I was hooked, if not when he fell through the tree, then when he stood up, confused, covered in leaves and sticks, yet holding all that charm that was coming from a depth only the heart can reach and read. Then, there was something else. You haven’t seen the dramatic change in his composure and whole appearance the moment he faced the display of light and darkness inside that opening. That Stellar was holding a duality it has became visible in many scattered moments spent together. This time, the change was poignant: the face of a Goddess in rage was facing the other world and shouting her rightful protest! Stellar-Stella, a unity of harmonious two-spirits, looking back at me with the unsure promise of returning….I wiped off my tears and blinked only when I became sure that the image captured on my retina was truthfully engraved in the memory of my mind and soul. I went into Stella(r)’s room and sat on the bed; there was an open book there with white, empty pages. Why would anyone have an unwritten book, I wondered, and where did it come from? It was hard-covered and the cover was empty as well. But the moment I touched it, it came to life…and then, I understood: it was a personal diary, one that held the history of the slow recovering of Stella(r)’s memory. So I started to read it carefully…
The world of the Creatures of Light was an old and powerful one, with a rich history that resembled in many ways to the one of Humanity. It had planets and a life-giving star; it had this intelligent species that adapted, evolved then reshaped its environment according to its more and more refined taste and needs. And with the success came the feeling that they were some unique and perfect creatures, way above anything around them, compared only to the purity of the light they came to worship and join. And when they decided that the world they imagined was surpassing any other reality in perfection, they created a system to support, sustain and enforce this particular reality on the imperfection that still lingered around….in the real world.
The law of purity and perfection applied to each of them as members of the People of Light; any variation within it became unthinkable. But reality doesn’t give a damn’ of what any cocky population of intelligent but delusional creatures thinks. So, Reality gives birth to the uncommon, to the rebellious, to the misfit, to the anarchist, to the necessary diversity inside unity. Unity in diversity is the norm of life, no matter where it sprouts or emerges or springs into the world. This peculiar world of perfectionists faced its challenges on a regular basis; but the Guardians of Purity fought back, using anything at hand to battle any…abomination. That’s what they called it: abomination. At first, they kept them hidden, but that became too dangerous. So the High Council decided to strip these unfortunate members of the society from their usual body shape and transferred the essence of their light into the trees that were planted on a neighboring planet. In time, the forest conquered more and more of the surface of that planet, its roots and branches entwining like strong fingers of hundreds of hands. By the time Stella(r) was born, exiling the different ones was already a custom.
The child that was born that strange night was oblivious of the dark shadows and the ugliness of the world around. They eyes of children are set to see the magic and beauty; Stella(r) was a gifted and sensitive child, joyful and energetic like a butterfly emerged from the cocoon. That he was not fitting in his world became evident as he was growing. His step-father was a highly regarded member of their society, powerful and influent. But he was also a fervent supporter of the Law of Exile. When it became clear that his boisterous step-son was a candidate for exile, he was furious. The confrontation turned ugly and the young man fled the house before his father could call the guards to take him into custody.
But hiding from the People of Light was something near impossible; they were easily detecting the light-signature of each person and changing to their shining form of rays, travelled fast on the tracks. In Stella(r)’s case, Reality stepped in and opened a crack in the fabric of Time-Space; the young fugitive escaped….falling from the skies. Whatever they has seen inside that window opened by the lightning the previous night, it was serious enough for Stella(r) to risk their safety and their life. I shut the journal with the hope that they would be safe. My innermost feeling was that my goodwill and protective thoughts would travel along that invisible thread connecting us and shield Stella(r) from harm. Outside the sky was turning pink; the sun was ready to hop above the thin line of the horizon and start anew day. I set my cell phone to wake me up in time and I curled up in bed to catch a bit of sleep. “What is happening there?”-was my last thought before the dark waters of sleep engulfed me.
The planet of exile was almost entirely covered by this strange, living forest. Tree connected to tree and one captive soul entwined with the other captive one, like fingers of many hands and like crossroads of a highly complex, neuronal network. The strong roots dived into the depths of the planet, extracting the dissolved essence of life, turning forest and planet into a powerful entity, with a mindset of its own. And I can tell you, it wasn’t a happy one. Though the age of constituents was diverse, on the whole, the mind of the planetary forest was one of a young adult, barely out of its teenage turbulence. With all the heated passion and rebellion of a youth, the pain of the rejected and abandoned child and lacking the equilibrium of a reality check, the new entity sought revenge upon those who turned their children, those considered ”imperfect” into exiles locked up in the motionless vegetal bodies. And it started by developing a powerful aura, learning to use it and to point it towards the home planet, disrupting the comfortable lives of the “perfect” ones. The Entity interfered with the light-communications, altering messages or even shutting them down. Its effects on the life of its kin became annoying to the point that sanctions were demanded by many of the citizens. Yes, there were voices against the retaliation because, after all, the Entity was encompassing the unfortunate children of many families. Still, these voices were faint and unconvincing ( …or unconvinced ?), so after a series of heated debates, the High Council decided to blast off the planet of the Entity. They worked in total secrecy, shadowing their thoughts and plans from the reach of the enemy. They were about to launch an undetectable army of robotic ships to detonate high powered bombs that would make the planet implode when the Space split, connecting Stella(r) to the gathering of the High Council.
How did he read the intention of those people eludes my comprehension. Maybe there is some Universal Justice or it was his passionate core that resonated through the distance and made him sense the danger. Inside the young man I knew a Goddess of flaming Power of Justice was living and she was ready to face her fellows and stop them. Were we there, we would’ve seen only the unleashing of high columns of blazing, blinding lights. The confrontation of the People of Light resembled in many aspects to the dynamic of the Sun
-Oh no, you won’t!
The shout of the young Goddess cut sharply through the humming of the discussions at the table of the High Council. Counselor Enegar raised his eyes to see the intruder. Facing the familiar features, he turned white and swallowed; he was hoping to never see him/her again. The counselor stood up slowly, confronting the intruder while all the eyes turned to them.
-What are you doing here?-he growled. Why did you come back?!
The Goddess stopped at the table, slamming her fist on the smooth surface. Her eyes were sparkling with anger.
-I came to stop you from murdering your children for the second time! What is wrong with you, People of Light?! Have you turned into a nation of coldhearted criminals?! Is that what you really want to do?! Wipe out an entire planet and kill all your unfortunate, rejected children? Why?! Wasn’t enough that you denied us, chased us down, stripped us from our identity and exiled us?! Who gave you this right?!
Enegar leaned forward, spewing out his hatred.
-You are abominations! Your existence is an offense to the Purity of the Light!
Stella(r) shook her head.
-Is it ?!-she cried out bitterly. How do you know that? Has the Light spoken to you personally, pointing out me or the others as failures, or it’s just your fear and your greed talking in Its name? You!…You have trashed me and crushed me hoping to break my will, my heart, my soul! I was a child! You were supposed to protect me! All of you! You have betrayed your own children! They were trusting you! What light is that you’re claiming to hold, if it comes so easy for you to dispose of your own flesh and blood?!!!
Having to listen to Stella (r)’s speech, the counselors were shifting uneasily in their seats. Some of them protested or rallied to Enegar’s accusations.
-What are you talking about, Stellar? You’re a Shifter, an Impure! How can you understand our high standars? Go away! Those like you have brought shame to our families! And they are still causing disruption to this decent world! Look what they’ve done!
-Foolish youth!-sneered Enegar. You’ll end up with them! I’m glad you came back so I can finish with you for good!
-I don’t think so!-said Stella(r). I am not a child anymore. You cannot bully me and I won’t let you hurt anyone anymore!
Enegar’s fury rose high and he turned into a column of fire, launching towards Stella(r). She jumped aside and changed shape almost instantly, her sizzling-blue fire clashing with the flames of rage that were his/her step-father. People in the room fled the scene, hiding from the heat of the battle. The columns of flames turned into fire birds and the Red and the Blue Phoenix were chasing each other at high speed, clashing in fountains of fiery sparks, pushing each other back and forth, swirling, biting and screeching. The Crimson bird was strong, cunning and aggressive, while the Electric-Blue one was bold, determined and mobile. The balance of powers and skills was almost even so it was hard to determine who would win the fight.
-Bastard!-growled Enegar, slashing the blue wing that has just hit him in the face.
The Blue Phoenix dived instantly, retreating only to change direction and emerge behind his sworn enemy.
-Murderer!-she hissed. Monster! Your greed is insatiable!
And while inside the chambers of the High Council the fight continued, shaking the whole building, in the cold embrace of the Space the Entity woke up in alert. The sense of danger was tangible, yet it was impossible to detect the source. The Entity spread its sensors throughout the space surrounding the planet but it seemed that there was nothing to detect. Have you ever had the feeling that something or someone is hiding behind you and you know it’s there but you cannot see it because it is positioned in your blind spot? Well, it was exactly how the Entity felt at that moment. Aside of being annoying, it was a frightening sensation and fear is not easy to handle. It’s one of the most destructive feelings, one that could easily bring anyone close to paranoia. And right in that moment, an intelligent but immature planetary entity was getting bit by bit paranoid. That was a recipe for disaster, for sure. But the threat wasn’t coming from where everybody expected. Randomness is a law of the Universe and things just happen. A Cosmic tidal wave of scorching energies was heading towards this particular place, threatening to wipe out any form of life, even the People of Light living in that special niche of their own. The emotionally highly strung Entity was the first to sense it, but Its mindset was directed towards the home-planet, so It kept scrutinizing that area, getting gradually nervous, then angry and finally, mad. Hell broke loose when powerful beam of energy hit the home-planet while its rulers were ducking from the responsibility of having caused that indirectly. It was a dangerous moment and Stella(r)’s double-set mind captured it at the limit. She gathered all her strength, charged from behind and slammed the Crimson Phoenix to the ground with a power that left Enegar unconscious. She then returned to her usual shape and stormed out the door, speed along the corridor and reaching the door of the Operation Room, banged the door to the wall, shouting:
-Don’t launch them!!!! Let me talk to It! Please….
The Commander of the Fleet looked questioningly to the eldest Counselor; the man raised a hand, stopping the operation then turned to Stella(r).
-Give it a try, young man. I hope you succeed. We have made enough mistakes.
-Thank you, Counselor Shiro.
She sat down on the floor, eyes closed and holding out both palms wide open, like touching an invisible wall. She dived inside her/his mind, both sides connecting and reaching out to the complex mind of the Entity.
Engulfed by Its fury, the Entity was sending flashes of energy towards the home that has been denied to It, determined to disrupt the society of cold, heartless Perfection and maybe even destroy those who deeming their “different” children as worthless, treated them as objects and dumped them. In the heat of the action it was hard to listen to the faint call addressed to the collective mind but after a while, Stella(r)’s voice reached the cognitive core.
-Stop! Stop doing that! Listen to me, please!
A small, very young voice replied in Stella(r)’s mind.
-Who are you?
-I am one of yours-came the answer in a calm tone. Please, listen to me. We have to talk.
-Are you on…Home?
-Yes. I was a fugitive but I came back to stop this madness. You don’t have to fear Home; they agreed not to reply to your attack.
-But I feel danger! It’s closing on me and I cannot see it! This must be them! It’s nobody else close to me except for them! I have to stop them! They hurt us! They hurt us all! I have to stop it!
-No! Listen to me! Let me connect closer and help you search for the source of danger. I seem to have a gift for that. I am a Shifter!
There was a short moment of silence.
-I will open the connection for you, Shifter. People like you are very rare and talented. How may I call you?
-I’m Stella(r). I have the connection; let me reach out in Space. Let’s see what’s wrong.
The High Tide was rolling through the cosmos at the speed of light, rising up the fiery star-dust, rippling through the fabric of Space and Time, breaking havoc in star-clusters and solar systems. There were no inhabited areas there, so the damage, though of cosmic proportion didn’t affect life. But it was heading towards Home and the Entity and time was running short. The discovering of the threat came as a shock to everyone. Suddenly, all their fights and confrontations became obsolete…Were these moments the last ones to live? Was their civilization going to disappear without a trace? Why did they waste the lives of so many youth in the name of some Chimaeras, instead of holding them close and loving them for who and how they were? Painful questions, ones that should be addressed by each intelligent, sentient being before it becomes too late. Humanity has this inherent tendency of forgetting the true values of love, care, empathy and mutual respect. There are so many things to reconsider in our current history…
But on the planet of the People of Light there was no time to philosophize over these problems. They were in urgent need of a solution. And that came from where they were not expecting. The Entity. It called Stella(r).
-Hey, my friend. I thought of something.
The members of the High Council gathered in the Operation Room and Stella(r) was invited to represent the Entity. At Its suggestion, they developed a multi-layered protective field with a radius that encompassed the Entity to.
-Our Protective Field will be a composite one, since each member of the Entity has a different kind of Light and a personalized energy-signature. That would enable us to break down the Wave into smaller ripples and absorb most of its impact on our level-transmitted Stella(r).
-Then we take over what it’s left in the space between us and reflect-deflect it until it would lose its destructive power. If we work in harmony, we might escape with the minimum of damages. Let’s start building this up. Time is desperately short!
They stood up to leave when Enegar entered the room. He looked disheveled and angry. The moment he saw his step-son, he rushed towards him with the intention of hitting the young man.
-What is he doing here?!-shouted the Counselor. Guards! Guards! Take him!
-Calm down, my friend-said Counselor Shiro, grabbing the angry man by the shoulders and pushing him gently away from the young man. Your son is helping us; he’s our connection to the Entity.
-But…but…he’s a Shifter, an abomination…a…
-Things have drastically changed while you were passed out, Counselor. I suggest that you go home and get a good sleep. There’s no time for explanations. I have some tactics to work out with your son, so if you’ll excuse us…
The elder of the Council turned his back on the shocked man, took the young man and left the room. Counselor Enegar left also….he left history on the back door. The Cosmic Tide arrived and broke down on the series of power-field breaker set by the People of the Light and the Entity, united. Days after peace returned in the area, the High Council retracted the law discriminating the Different Ones, acknowledging the value of their uniqueness and wowing to find a technical solution to give back the bodily identity of those who decided to leave the entity and return home. They even offered a seat in the High Council to Stella(r), now that his step-father resigned.
-I am honored by your offer but I am not a politician. I feel more like a wanderer. And I still have a promise to fulfill. There is someone waiting for me…
A few weeks passed in the adjusting and repairing on both planets, in connecting the Entity to the communication system of Home, in telling people the whole truth, in fighting the arguments and winning them. Stella(r) was busy as a bee but always keeping alert, waiting for a special storm to come.
The days and weeks I’ve spent alone in the lighthouse melted into a slow flow, making me feel like I was stuck in the middle of a river of honey, unable to get out or at least to convince this Time-jelly to move a bit faster. Oh well, if you cannot change it, you put up a smiling face and keep yourself busy (while your inner eye is set on catching the faintest signal from above). Though my cheerful mood and happy face worked well for most of the people, Patrick wasn’t so easy to fool. He kept visiting me, bringing his latest letters and poetry for checking and he used to give me that incredulous look.
-Iris, you don’t fool me.
-What are you talking about?-I said, leafing through his writings.
-I say that you have put up this brave attitude for the public eye, but ever since your…cousin left, there is a shadow in your eyes.
I looked at him, grinned and shook my head.
-You don’t expect me to confess, do you?
-No. I was just checking. But I have a long history of heartache, so I know when I see it in others.
-Well, I praise you sharp intuition but I would suggest you ask your sweetheart to marry you before you write a whole Saga, while somebody else might be more practical and marry her.
He reddened and then we both laughed.
-You’re right, Iris. I’ll do it soon. I hope your cousin will return soon. I liked that chap.
We parted in good mood. The day was warm, maybe a touch too warm for this time of the year. The office was empty so I left and walked down to the shore. The sea was lazily rocking under the sun, the white sparks dancing on the rippling waves like little fire elves. Splashing and rolling around my bare feet, the warm, translucent fingers of the sea were leaving behind colorful sea-shells and small, smooth pebbles. I picked some and rolled them absentmindedly in my palms…Where was my wandering alien? Something in the air was telling me that he/she cannot be far from here. But was this true or it was just my wishful thinking? The air was becoming gradually heavy with overheated vapors and a storm was building up inside the far horizon. I returned to the Post Office with the feeling that something was brewing inside my Reality.
By evening the sky turned dark and restless, the convoluted patches of clouds moving hectically. The unrest spread also over the sea and her voice became louder and louder. As the wind rose from the distance, rushing in blows above the liquid fields, the waves surged to the skies with hungry fingers and then rolled on towards the shores in rows of heavy walls. As I lit up the lighthouse, the skies cracked and the lightning net spread across the whole dark canvas, followed by the loud voice of the thunder. The beam of the tower reached deep into the core of the storm and at that point, Space split, pushed from inside by a phosphorescent bullet of energy.
It was heading at high speed towards the shore, guiding itself by the signals of the lighthouse. It wasn’t just a speck of light. It zigzagged above the turmoil of the waters, avoiding most of the splashing waves and it jumped aside each time the lightning hit, like in a game of cat and mouse. I couldn’t take my eyes of it; my heart was beating wildly. As the dot of light got closer, its shape became clearer and I had no more doubts. Just this time, “cousin” Stella(r) wasn’t landing through a tree. I ran down the stairs, banged the door open and rushed to shore just in time to witness the power-field capsule splashing into the water a few steps from the shore. Stella(r) emerged inside the outburst of light, wet and shaking his head but safe.
-I have a feeling that you have developed a taste for dramatic entering-I said with a smile.
-Uhm-he mumbled with a grimace, then spit. Agh-he said, half laughing, the sand doesn’t taste better than the leaves! Well, I am back at least!
A large wave hit the shore and splashed us wet. We stood there, facing each other and laughed.
-Come-I said, let’s dry up with a tea. Welcome home, stranger.
The morning caught us sitting on the top of the lighthouse, wrapped in a blanket and talking, talking, talking…My cell phone rang; it was Patrick.
-Good morning, Iris. Has your cousin arrived?
Oh…I was stunned. How could he know that? I took a deep breath before answering.
-What makes you think that, Patrick?
-There were some reports from a few fishermen caught in the storm. They’ve said that there was a strange ball of light crash-landing in the lighthouse area. Of course, Mrs. Pickett called to warn me again about the danger of alien invasion and your suspicious behavior. Anyway, I just called to invite both of you to my wedding next month. Have a nice day, Iris. Say hello from me to your cousin, will you?
-You bet-I said. Congratulations, Patrick! You can count us in.
He hung up and we stood there in comfortable silence, watching the first rays of the sun perching the soft mist floating above the sea. It was an intimate moment of unspoken sharing and cosmic equilibrium. No words were needed as we were already connected on a more subtle way, core deep. From inside the Lighthouse, Pixie emerged and purred himself in Stella(r)’s lap, placing a paw on my arm to. Heavenly peace and happiness. Who would want anything else?
Down in the village, a perky old lady was sitting on the porch with a cup of tea in her hands. She looked at the little red house in her neighborhood; it was silent and…lonely. Even the rose bushes seemed less enthusiastic in blossoming since the girl living in the house moved out to the shore. Mrs. Pickett sighed. She stood up and went inside. She took up the phone and dialed.
-Iris? Good morning, dear. I need a few stamps for a letter; do you think you could bring me some in the afternoon? And take that cousin of yours with you. I’ve made some chocolate-chip cookies….
So, this is it…for now. Who knows what would the future bring?