The Darkest Kiss

Kareena’s limp became more pronounced as she made her way up the mountain. Her worn, stout walking stick could only help so much when she was in this state. The only things she noticed in her climb up were the tendrils of her salt and pepper hair that had affixed themselves onto her sweaty face, shoving them only when they impeded her sight. Her steps may have slowed down, but by the gods she was going to keep them as steady as she could.

She stopped at an opening in the side of the mountain, a scant few feet just below its summit. Kareena indulged in a look back at the setting sun creating a deep red backdrop behind the village she was responsible for. Before she could think about it too much longer, she stepped into the cave and walked off the ledge of the pit inside it.

She fell, and the pit’s darkness engulfed her completely. The air rushing past her scourged the sweat from her exertions off her body. Only after she took several deep breaths did she begin to shout.

“I ache and I am angry. I listen to every complaint put before me. I mend every broken body laid in my hut. I sometimes don’t eat because I have no time to. And no one tends to me. No one nurses me in my pains. But they notice if it makes me slow in caring for theirs. I am angry and I need my anger to be heard.”

The pit’s darkness wrapped itself around her like a lover, slowing the feeling of falling. It held her close and whispered comforting words to her. Some of them she didn’t understand, because she wasn’t meant to at that moment. Others she did. And she reached back out into the Darkness, too tired to whisper back her gratitude for all of its words and for its understanding. For a brief moment she and it were one, no longer falling but flying.

Then her feet touched ground. Kareena walked back out towards the light of the outside world, shining a few feet ahead of her. She stepped out again though the same entrance she came through, but this time her village was illuminated in the light of the rising sun behind her.

Kareena looked at it, breathing deeply again, just enjoying the feel of the air flowing in and out of her lungs. When she was ready, she started walking down the mountain path, swinging her walking stick back and forth as she went. In all her years of coming here, she had never needed to use it when she returned home.   


This short story was created for the amazing Magaly Guererro's Witches In Fiction 2016:Spelling Healing Into a Rotten World


40 comments:

  1. I love the thought of a pit or well to throw yourself into when things get to hard, only to be caressed and carried out with renewed energy.

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    1. Thanks Ms. Misantropia. I really wanted the imagery here to be very striking, but somehow comforting.

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  2. Whistles!!❤️ Oh this is so wonderfully enchanting Rommy, I am in absolute awe where "The pit’s darkness wrapped itself around her like a lover, slowing the feeling of falling. It held her close and whispered comforting words to her. Some of them she didn’t understand, because she wasn’t meant to at that moment." Beautifully penned❤️

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thank you Sanaa. I enjoyed playing with the imagery in this.

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  3. I think every woman can identify with Kareena at some point or another! Great story.

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    1. Oh yeah. I have to admit that I thought of a few people I know who have faced/ are facing some tough times when I was writing this.

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  4. Oh I so identify with Kareena....she even looks like me lol...and breathe :D XXX

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    1. LOL, awesome! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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  5. I loved your story.
    blessings
    ~*~

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  6. This story just hit the spot. Wonderful visual of release. The joy of the walk down is profound. Thanks xoxo Oma Linda

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it. There was so much I was trying to get across in that short space. I'm glad the joy of the walk down was recognized.

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  7. Wow, Rommy. What a profound and endearing story! Falling into darkness, the embrace, flying and triumph with light illuminating her world. Amazing imagery and a story almost every woman can relate to.

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    1. I am so glad the imagery worked so well. Thanks!

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  8. I love what this says about giving oneself to others, about coping, and about how the things we do affect us. We don't have to be meek to care our neighbors. We can be angry when things don't go as well as they should--we are human after all. We can find help in unlikely places, in abstract ones that become tangible and consumable--our arts--in friends, in Nature, in the fact that each new day brings possibilities that say, It will be all right. Just move forward and do your magic.

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    1. There was so much I wanted to fit in, and I am beyond thrilled that it all came across. Thank you for reading.

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  9. In need to find a caressing cave every now and then, but then again I feel more enlightened by this post alone.

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    1. I am extremely honored by your words.

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  10. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Rommy! Loved it.

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  11. Oh, boy! Where is that pit located? I think a lot of women would like to make that leap into the darkness just to release a little of their pent up resentment! Brilliant story, Rommy!

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  12. Thank you for sharing this Guererro wonder with us

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    1. Magaly does come up with some amazing prompts as well as wonderful fiction of her own.

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  13. I am teary-eyed with recognition. You have reminded me to find my own cave and take that leap of faith that renews the Soul and Body. Thank you! I will be back to read this over and over!

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    1. I'm so glad that you found it that meaningful.

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  14. Rommy you actually wrote something that has a healing power, I think this woman drained, needed renewed, needed care, the same care she had given others, I hope what she gave was passed on, because this shows unless others give back, share what is given, it dries up... Thank goodness she found a place to replenish herself, some entity that looked after her needs, or the healing would have stopped, passing on our gifts is the way to stop the rot... And this story shows unless others care, we can destroy the very thing, the earth, the air, the people, we actually need to survive 😘

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    1. Oh yes, it is so important to care for the ones who sustain us.

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  15. This is beautiful, not least because I could have used this pit frequently this year. Also, I love the image of the darkness holding her as a lover would. So perfect, Rommy.

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    1. This has been such an awful year for so many folks. But when Magaly came up with the idea of healing for her theme I was enchanted with the idea of getting some of the metaphors and imagery I had around this year onto paper (in a manner of speaking) and see what sort of healing could be found in them.

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  16. I love your Muse, and I love that you provide the music that goes with her dance. Publish the book! =)

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    1. I'm working on it. There are now seven stories for my anthology and I'm really working hard to get them right so their protagonists will have a chance to really be seen and understood.

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  17. This is beautiful Rommy!!! Thankyou for writing such an amazing story! Very meaningful! Big Hugs and Many Blessings!

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  18. Oh I can so identify with Kareena. What a GREAT story. Thank you for sharing this one. Hugs, Rasz

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by to read it. <3

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  19. As always, my dear, brilliant! I have a friend who needs to read this. Thanks for writing such a beautiful piece.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it and hope your friend enjoys it too. :)

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  20. I know this feeling also. We take care of many and don't take care of ourselves..We need to trust the dark, the fall and tend to our self once in a while.
    very uplifting, thank you.

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    1. I'm glad you found it so. Thanks for stopping by.

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