Eerie Night
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2011
Mary glanced out the window as she prayed for the last time. The hour was late and the night seemed black, so black that she thought it had been swallowed by Satan himself. Mary got a little bit of a bump inside of her empty chest as she thought about Satan - warm, evil, with a mountain of gold. She thought he might be a better beau then any of Joseph's limbs. However she wiped the thought away with a tired sigh. She could never let Satan take the place of God, he was too evil and corrupt. To believe in him would take her soul away, and she didn't want to give it to eternal torture, she wanted to give it to God's light.
Mary smiled a little to herself as she thought about being loved by God. However a patch of dark inside of her chest kept her grounded, and as she looked up to the ceiling she realised that she had never felt so far away. Mary glanced out her window and spied no-one on the lawn, and so she quietly slipped out of it in order to lay herself down on the lawn which had been sprinkled by red dust from the last sandstorm.
“There he is;” stated Mary as she looked at the world above with its glittering stars. “God;” she whispered to herself as she let in a humble smile. “Sitting there somewhere, somehow, looking at all while knowing all;” she said as she began to smile. “I would love to see his smile;” she muttered before a lamp was swung out of the window in order to illuminate her in light.
Mary gasped as she spied Joseph's mangy head by the open window. She glared at him as she dropped the lamp, and then jumped out of the window. The lamp was an oil lamp, and it landed gently on the land as its light lit the ground. It was an Arab lamp which Joseph had picked up during his travels, and it made her feel kind of queasy - almost sick inside.