They were uncomfortable. Weird, like they shouldn’t be there. She guessed she would get used to them eventually. She very slowly put one foot forward, afraid to take the first step onto the jetty. Her foot hovered above the wood for a moment as she wondered if it would hold her weight. After all, these things felt like they weighed a ton.
The water was so still it looked like glass and for a moment she imagined it was. She wanted to lean in and look at herself. She was different now but she wanted to see just how much. But that wasn’t why she was here. She knew that her purpose was to take that first step onto the jetty.
Her feet were bare and she wondered if she would get a splinter from the wood. Her thought made her laugh. How silly to think that would matter in the scheme of things. Nothing mattered any more. Nothing was more important now than reaching the end of the jetty and taking the plunge.
The sun was so bright that she found it hard to see what was beyond the narrow wooden path. A large expanse of deep still water? Or just a shallow waterway that led to another part of this world. She loved adventure, she should have been excited but everywhere she had visited before had been planned. Here she didn’t know what to expect and this extra luggage on her back was an unexpected burden. She had no idea what was ahead.
She took a deep breath and stretched out her foot a second time and urged herself on. The tips of her toes touched the wood. The sun had made the wood warm, inviting almost. She allowed herself to place her foot flat on the jetty. It was…. welcoming.
Yet another strange sensation on this extraordinary day.
She so wanted to look at her reflection. Not just to see how different she might look in herself but also to see these things on her back. Who would have thought this really happened. No one really knew, but now she did. She could feel them. They moved at times of their own accord and it felt amazing.
She moved cautiously onto the jetty. A warm breeze washed over her, making her feel safe like being wrapped in a warm soft blanket. She moved forward along the wooden walkway and looked ahead toward the blinding sunlight, not wanting to divert her eyes to the still waters and see her reflection. Not yet, it wasn’t the right time, she had to reach the end.
At the edge she breathed in the sweet fresh clear air and watched mesmerised as white wisps of mist spun around her. She had arrived. It was time now. Time to take the plunge. Time to take the final step forward. As she stretched out her foot the magnificent white wings on her back spread out behind her. The soft down of the feathers brushed against her skin and made her feel exhilarated. How ironic. She was dead but she had never felt so alive. Her wings did not feel so heavy as they spread and just before she took the final step off of the jetty, she looked down. The water was like a mirror and she saw she was beautiful, no more scars. The face of an angel smiled up at her. Again the thought made her laugh. Of course she was an angel. One that was making the final journey to her resting place.
She stepped off of the jetty and her wings lifted her into the air. The white wisps of mist felt like silk as they continued to spin round her, helping her to reach higher and higher toward home. The scent of gardenias filled the air and she could see faces in the distance. Faces of people gone before her and she knew then, she had arrived, she had reached Heaven.
The image that inspired this story is by the one and only Peacefulwarrior who I thank very much for allowing me to use it.
Once again, I see an image, I think of a story, I write it. Nothing in between, no planning, no editing. I hope you enjoy it. xx