This time, the main theme is “reunited” with a secondary theme of showing a glimpse of the past and future. I’ve met those themes quite literally, showing a family reunion of sorts whilst also addressing the past. To be different (and creative!) I’ve wrapped that up in a future world where the air is no longer breathable. As you’ll see, it doesn’t necessarily work out well.
This is an idea I’m keen to explore further on down the track, so I thought this would be a good way to wet my feet in it. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out even if it can still be enhanced a great deal in a longer context.
Please enjoy:
O2
By Toddhunter
The sun was shining strong and bright through the green trees, casting a dancing pattern on the ground from the gentle wind. The forest seemed calm, with everything being in its proper place. There were some small birds around; Anna could hear them as they sung to each other in the branches. Somewhere nearby echoed the sound of rushing water cascading over rocks and fallen branches. That river is where she wanted to be.
It wasn’t easy to make progress towards it due to the thick undergrowth. She had to push her way through where it seemed to be at its lightest, making for each small clearing as it was discovered. Time didn’t seem to be flowing as she made each step in a determined manner, but the ever increasing sound of the water ahead kept her making progress.
A larger clearing gave her an opportunity to pause and catch her breath. She felt fit for her age, but this was still hard work for her tired body. As she stood considering the situation, she placed her hands near her hips for balance and rocked back and forth for a while amidst the orange leaves. Satisfied with her determined course of action, she tested out her legs to see if they were ready to return to the arduous task.
As if in confusion about why she had paused, a solitary yellow bird flapped across her line of sight and settled down with a sense of ceremony in front of her. The bright coloured bird considered her for a while, cocking its head first one way and then another as if it didn’t trust what each eye saw. Somehow approving, the bird took to the air with a sudden flutter of its wings, leaving behind one brilliant feather in the scattered dirt.
For a moment, Anna stopped and pondered picking up the discarded plumage. Even from her height above she could see the perfection and wondered if it would be just right for … Shaking her head she tore her eyes away and started to move. The sound of the rushing deep blue water called to her; the tumultuous song urging her onward to where she needed to be.
Anna scraped through the bushes, not caring as the purple thorns ripped away tiny shreds from her arms. Nor did she concern herself with the noise of her stumbling through the tangle of branches. She had visited this same place many times before and knew that the real danger wouldn’t be found here.
There were no birds anymore, not here or anywhere else. Often it seemed hard to realise the full extent of what she experienced, but the fake birds always showed the truth. In that moment of clarity amidst the constant bombardment of her senses, she accepted she was dreaming. It meant none of the trees or bushes or the river rushing somewhere ahead of her where real.
Anna was dreaming and she knew being caught in dreams could be dangerous. But just like every other time, she didn’t want to leave in case she was here.
As she emerged from the clustered brambles, her arms now mimicking the river with their own droplets of thick red blood, she came to a halt. It was different every time she had been here but even so she felt surprised. The empty riverside scene faded away in front of her as the water melted into an inky darkness and the sounds of the forest around her drew back into the void.
This hadn’t happened to her before. It felt like the dream was crashing towards an ending, yet she was still here inside it. Could she be trapped? If not, what did it mean? Before Anna had the chance to digest the strange darkness around her everything snapped back into focus. The river returned, somehow flowing stronger and with more urgency. But now the trees huddled closer, encroaching on her body as if they reached for her arms once again.
That wasn’t all that had changed. She was now there too, sitting on a brown log in front of her. In a flash Anna forgot all about the unexplained glitch and sprang towards the young girl.
She couldn’t see her face but there was no doubting for Anna who it was. She dressed in a colourful fashion like any normal teenage girl, but with more layers as if to protect from a biting cold. The girl turned towards her now as Anna closed to within a few feet of where she sat upon a fresh felled tree. Recognition flared in the little eyes, but that emotion seemed tempered by a strong hint of sadness too.
“You came again.” The girl said, shaking her head as if to scold the much older women. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Anna ignored the comment and reached out her hand to touch the girl’s cheek. As usual her hand fell agonisingly short. It hovered, millimetres away no matter how much she tried to reach further. Anna didn’t fight hard for the extra distance, having suspected all along that it wouldn’t work. It was always worth trying, in case the rules of this place proved to be as fluid as the white foaming rapids rushing away in front of her. So try she always did.
The girl turned away, ignoring the futile effort as she faced back towards the river. “It is dangerous here,” she paused as if weighing each word against her heart, “you need to leave before something bad happens to you.”
Anna withdrew her hand. “I know. It is just… I wanted to find you here. I needed to see you again before I have to go back. Please, can you look at me?”
The girl shook her head. “No, it’s better if you just go. What do you want from me? You know there is nothing left for you here. You know what I am.”
Anna tried to reach her one more time, “Please…”
The girl hesitated then turned once again. This time her features remained hidden as her face blurred and shimmered in the failing sunshine. Startled, Anna drew back her hand as if bitten. Amidst the blur, the girl’s green eyes still pierced into Anna’s as if once again questioning the wisdom of her presence. “Please? How can you ask anything of me? You know what you did.” She paused as if deciding how cruel she needed to be. “You didn’t protect me, now it is too late.”
With this accusation, the river rushing along behind them started to fade out of the dream. The dark blue water and sparkling foam giving way to a grey emptiness stretching along before them. It seemed the dream was destroying itself somehow; Anna knew she would be forced to wake soon.
In desperation, Anna jumped towards the small girl and tried to grab her in a hug. But her arms somehow passed through like she was trying to clutch at the wind itself. Instead, she fell in a heap on the still solid ground, losing the air from her lungs as the world crashed down around her.Anna woke with wild eyes and scratched at her throat as she gasped for breath. She was awake now, but terror gripped her as she realised something was wrong. The canister inserted into her neck flashed dark red as the oxygen level threatened to drop to zero, leaving her dead in the murky darkness of the decrepit office building.
Her joints creaked as she shot to her feet and ripped the tiny canister out to check the meter. It flashed back at her to say it was empty, but she knew that couldn’t be right. She never would have dared sleep if it was even close to running low. But she didn’t have time to puzzle out the mistake, she just needed air and she needed it fast.
Blinking her eyes in the pale light she tried to make out the buttons on the small lockbox she always kept with her. In the night gloom it was almost impossible to enter the correct code and the gasping of her breath just made it harder.
The code must have been in, but the box flashed back at her in error as the door remained shut. She tried again, fighting her instinct to gasp at whatever poisoned air was around her, knowing it would lead to her certain death.
Just as her lungs threatened to explore the code was right and the lockbox opened. A small treasure trove of canisters greeted her failing sight as she scrambled to grab the nearest one. Not even stopping to check how much oxygen remained in it, she ripped at the seal as her life slipped further away.
A distant voice yelled out through the darkness, but Anna didn’t care. The tube of life was open now and was hissing in anger as she shoved it towards the socket burnt into her throat.
The air never made it. Instead it clattered to the ground, spewing out its contents into the freezing night air. Anna soon joined it, slumping down onto the dark stained carpet as a vicious blow caved in the back of her head.
Her last thought was to reach towards her belongings to take one last look at an old faded photograph. It was the same photograph she had kept with her as she struggled to survive each tortuous day. But as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t reach it.