The Grid

The grid

The only sound to be heard was her family shifting their weight.  Diane felt her child’s nails cut through her decimated skin.  It didn’t hurt the way it should have, the lack of feeling gave her some relief.

Whimpers from her husband soon began to overwhelm her.  She couldn’t think clearly.  The lack of light, except for the odd red glisten off about twenty feet away enhanced her senses.  The smell in the air was of sweat and old blood.  Where the hell were they?  Diane touched the hair of her daughter, Jasmine, and kissed her forehead.  She called out to her spouse.  “Let’s see what that light is.  What is it?  Where the fuck are we?”  She had nothing but questions.  He responded with more cries and remained curled up in a ball.  She reached for him but he pulled away.  There was no soothing him.

“Let’s try to make it over to the light.  Anything must be better than this ungodly room.” She felt a boundary but it was not a solid wall.  It had the texture of mucous, but did not leave any residue on her hand.  She jerked forward every time she touched it.

Jasmine’s body felt limp, perhaps she was drifting off to sleep.  The mother kissed her forehead again, it stirred a response for her baby. “Jasmine, Jasmine…  I love you baby.  This is a bad dream, I know that’s what this is.  Baby, baby?”

She glanced back over to her spouse.  “We need to move away from here, Steve.  I don’t even know how long we’ve been here.  What is going on? We need to move, don’t just sit there.  Get up!  You need to get up!”  Diane screamed to her husband.  His only response was a gurgling sound.  Tears poured down her face.  It was a sensation that felt amazing.  It was an awakening.  “Get up, damn you!  I can’t stay here, I can’t stay here!”

Diane attempted to pull herself up.  The weight of her small daughter was too much to bear.  She could not do it.  She tried again to get up to her knees, and collapsed back down.  Reaching forward, Diane tried to drag her body. Her arms had no strength.

The red light, it was so beautiful.  It made the darkness go away.  Diane needed to touch it, to feel its warmth on her.  It couldn’t be the same as the wall behind her.  It must be warm she thought.

She laid down, the ground was so lumpy, sticky and lumpy.  Diane turned to her side, the best that she could, tucked Jasmine between her legs and tried to pull her body again.  She managed an inch, a wonderful inch.  She reached again, found an oval lump and pulled more.  She moved across the floor for what seemed an eternity.

The whimpers of Steve were right behind her.  More tears poured down her face, all her efforts and only a very short distance was accomplished.  Jasmine shifted on her legs.  The need to cuddly her baby gave her the push.  She had to move.

The light grew closer with every effort made.  It was fantastic.  There were many lights, all in geometric shapes.  Diane had never seen anything like it before.  It seemed to pulse.  That must be what it’s doing, Diane thought to herself.  “It’s beautiful!” she whispered to her baby.  Oh, she was so close.  Steve cried louder.  He realized that he was alone, but she had come so far.  There was no way she could turn around.  “Steve, come here.  It’s okay, we can go together.  Please come here.”  Jasmine began to cry softly.  Diane knew that she needed to get her out of there.  Where ever it was that they were.

“It’s moving!” Diane whispered to Jasmine.

The light seemed to be making a sweeping motion, forward for what seemed to be a few feet, than backwards.  It was a slow sweep, but it was moving.  Diane knew she only had a short distance to get to it.  Anything had to be better than where they were.

With incredible determination she managed to drag herself and Jasmine a short distance.  Enough that she was in the reach of the sweeping red grid.  Diane wondered to herself, what could this be?  A door?  A sensor to open a door perhaps?

The grid slowly approached them.  She kissed Jasmine, whispered that everything was going to be okay.

As the grid slowly entered her space, she felt pain.  A burning pain.  Like nothing she had ever experienced.  It cut through her.  Slowly the grid overtook Diane and Jasmine.  Leaving only minuscule pieces of her flesh behind.  Steve cried louder.  He pulled back, further into the space.  To the wall.  The wall was safe, he knew it was safe.  His wailing overtook the space.  The mucous slowly began to cover him.  Holding him, embracing him.

The air was fresh.  Diane could hear the wind blow by her.  The sweet sound of Jasmine laughing lifted her spirits.  To watch her baby play was her dream realized.  There was no pain, no smell of sweat or blood.  Her daughter came to her, embracing her mother.  A mother’s love is undying.

“Dr. Haines, do you think their passing was fast?  I mean, did they feel it?” Stella asked hesitantly.  She loved her cousin Diane and her baby so much.  They were everything to her.

“Stella, it would have been sudden.  Unfortunately, Steve had one too many drinks and paid the ultimate price.  But their passing would have been instantaneous.  I doubt they even knew what happened.”

“Can we have an open coffin, Doctor?”

“No, it is not possible.  Due to the extreme impact with the windshield and brick wall, the body of Diane and her daughter were nearly destroyed.  Steve’s body has yet to be recovered.  The dive search team is still attempting to recover his remains.”


*edited by Kristin of  Writing Bits

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