Elias stood on the balcony, propping himself up on the
stone-carved handrail. With his wan constitution, it wasn’t often that he was
able to enjoy such days.
Far
below, in the surrounding town, he could hear the sounds of children running
around and playing. The sounds grew louder as the children rounded the corner,
approaching the loft where he dwelt.
Part
of him was filled with a sad sort of jealousy, part of him with warm inspiration.
While deprived of experiencing such revelry himself, it honestly did his heart
good to see others enjoying a day such as this. In Elias’ own world of doctors
and nurses and lawyers and councilors and tutors and advisors and countless
other adults in all manner of uncomfortable formal attire, this scene was like
gazing through a telescope at some distant celestial body.
One
of the children had a bubble pipe and produce small ephemeral sphere for the
others to chase and scamper around. By chance, an errant orb drifted away from
the rest, weaving and meandering its
way upwards only to settle itself on the railing next to where Elias
stood.
He
gazed at it, admiring the swirling myriad of purples and yellows and greens and
blues—and then it was gone. Pretty and elegant in it’s delicate, fleeting existence,
it reminded him of himself.
As
if on cue, his nursemaid had returned, yelling that ‘a young master with a
constitution such as his would catch a death of cold being outside like that’
or some other admonishment he had heard dozen of times before.
If
she only knew how dead he already was inside.
With
slightly less that his average apathy, he returned to his world of doctors and
nurses and lawyers and councilors and tutors and advisors and countless other
adults in all manner of uncomfortable formal attire.
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