Nimi: Spidertalk: on the lands of farmstead Cornelia Hoeve
Kirjoittaja: Crescen
Genre: drama, angst
Ikäraja: S
Pähkinänkuoressa: The only thing she knew, was that it must have been a white morning like this, when something happened to her.
A/N: Kävin aamulla kävelyllä ja oksensin tämmöistä kuraa englanniksi. Nautin tämän kirjoittamisesta tuntemattomasta syystä niin paljon, että kielioppikuumotuksesta huolimatta uskaltauduin julkaisemaan tämän siinä toivossa, josko joku muukin ehkä tykkäisi. Englanniksi kirjoittaminen on vaikeaa ja mulla on itsepäiset aivot, enkä yritä selitellä tätä hulluutta enempää.
Spidertalk: on the lands of farmstead Cornelia Hoeve
It was white, misty morning where her walk took place. Sun was not shining, nor wind blowing. Not a single leaf made a movement in those tall and bold oaks standing on the sides of a narrow cobblestone road. It wasn't too cold, just the right temperature to be wearing old leather jacket with thin blouse and jeans. Most people were already off to work. She encountered few grandmas walking alone on the other side of the road, and one busy bicyclist, with his bike light still on.
All she wanted was peace, a place to breathe in and calm down. Sadly, that was what she couldn't get. The hound of Cornelia Hoeve was howling and snarling at her from its cage, as she passed by. It was annoying. Only thing that got on her nerves more, was the jolly black dog walking beside her – expect it wasn't walking, or even beside her. It was jumping and sprinting around like cursed, then suddenly stopping like it had hit a wall. She had no idea what was wrong with it. She hated the whole creature and its cheerful bark more than anything. It was probably the only thing she actually did hate, other things just made her feel sad and hopeless.
The dog was always with her, although she often tried to kick it, when it came close. Unfortunately, those kicks never landed and it made her hate even more the goddamn beast and its long, thin legs. When the mad dog let out a bark, crows hiding in the trees started to scream.
When she took a step towards the fields and the dog followed her. They went underneath barbed wire fence full of spider webs, decorated with pearl alike drops of morning dew. Grass was long and moist. Cows had been transferred onto new area probably just few days ago, otherwise they would have gotten rid of the grass already. All the cows were staring at her as she wandered straight into middle of the meadow.
There was an old well, so well hidden it was extremely hard to find, if you didn't know exactly where it was. She sat on its lid covered with moss. The dog was hanging out with cows, though they didn't give much fuck about its existence. Only calves smelled its curly fur and then let it go. She was, after all, the only one cows were truly interested in.
In the middle of misty meadows, was where this conversation took place.
"Such a beautiful morning, miss", spider said, as it climbed up her leg. "Fine taste for walks you have there, miss."
She laughed, voice so cold and toneless it gave the spider shivers. Hair on its little legs rose up, like fur of frightened cat's.
"Such a dark mood to start a new day, miss", spider said, measuring her with its many, tiny eyes.
She shook her head, but said nothing. The spider would not understand. For her, a new day never came. It was always like this. But since the spider was much more pleasant companion, compared to that mad god, she picked it up and placed on her shoulder. Now she could hear better it talk.
"Already caught your breakfast?" she asked.
Spider gave her a foxy smile. "Yes, miss. Such a delicacy that moth was."
She nodded, happy for the spider. She never had breakfast, since she never actually woke up. Though she didn't know if spiders actually slept either, but for sure they experienced some cold, starry nights, leaving them hungry.
Pitch black horse galloped along the narrow road, holding its head abnormally high. Hoofs clattering against cobblestones, it turned towards stable yard. The mist prevented her from seeing it, but there was nothing wrong with her ears. She heard how that fine looking heir of Cornelia Hoeve was swearing like a seasoned sailor. He always rode early in the morning and now the horse was misbehaving. She knew it was her fault, since horses feared her the most.
"Such a horrible way to talk that boy has, miss", spider said, despising.
"His horse doesn't like me", she sighed, making the spider giggle.
"Horses like no-one. If it was up to them, they'd rather run free like wind and kick every human they meet straight at the face, miss", spider told.
She wondered if any of that was true. "Why don't they just do so, then?"
Spider climbed closer to her ear. "Let me tell you a secret, miss", it said.
She was waiting, silent. Spider's hairy legs tickled her neck a little.
"Horses are stupid, just like dogs, miss."
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "That doesn't sound right", she said.
Spider smirked. "Think about it yourself, miss", it said. "If they really were wise, wouldn't they understand that you are the least dangerous type of human race? But the horses are startled and hounds growling. Foolish things."
Her laughter was dry and got stuck in her throat. "I guess you are right", she told the spider anyway.
"Humans fear us, because of our wisdom", spider continued its deep talk. "They kill us, because
we know."
She nodded in agreement, then gently petted the spider. The mad dog had become one of the cows and ate some fresh morning grass with the calves. The rider kept on swearing and she kept on despising this world. With empty eyes, she stared into the mist.
Soon she would leave. She would smell fresh ground coffee and warm, greasy croissants from kitchen of Cornelia Hoeve, wondering what those things taste like. She would put up her best smile and say hi to mailman, hoping for something to happen. Mailman would walk past her like a blind goat, as always. They couldn't see or hear her, nor the mad dog. She had no idea what she was meant to do in this world.
Sometimes she wished for memories of some kind, but most of time she was glad she didn't have any. They would make it more painful, most likely. She was there, but she wasn't. The only thing she knew, was that it must have been a white morning like this, when something happened to her.
She kissed the spider goodbye and stood up, hoping the mad dog had decided to live as a cow from now on. But it followed her, as always. She tried to kick that cursed thing, but missed. The mad dog smiled back at her, happy as ever and shook its long tail.
"You are stupid", she told the dog when they hit the road again. It kept on smiling, like it knew a secret.
