Ideas for stories….

So i am conceptualizing this idea for a story about a post nuclear world, where people have returned to a much simpiler, with the rare exception of a few people who have been blessed with a vast intelligence and armed with….great theological and philoshophical books, by which they use to rule the populace…and the story would revolve around one such fellow who is traveling around trying to free the world, or perhaps just brand his own version of philosophy

Waiting

The seconds creep by as I wait.  There is silence all around me, so loud that the sound of the gears in the wall clock sliding ring out in my ears with a crushing weight.  Outside it is dark still, so I know that it hasnt been that long.  Outside the sun hasnt risen yet, and that is the most important part.  Timing is everything.  So i wait.  How long am i supposed to wait?

She lies there before me, still and quiet.  The lines of her face softened in the dimmed light.  Emerald green eyes.  Lips of rose, made up to be so.  Just for this moment.  We have known each other for a short while, but in that time, we have loved.  We have had that sort of love that you only see in movies and people say doesnt exist in real life.  But we have it. 

As I wait, I remember our begining, the subtle nuances that started it all.  I remember my casual glances at her, watching her, catching her eyes in mine before she would quickly turn away.  I remember how we used to walk down the same steet, her several steps ahead and I behind, and again with her subtle glances over her shoulder and back at me.  I remember those so many nights spent looking through the glass, watching her move, and knowing she was doing it all just for me.  We didnt have to talk.  We didnt need to.

And now, now we had the chance to be together forever.  It was something I has researched carefully.  Something I had to make sure was done just right.  So i took the time, all the time that was needed.  Carefully piecing together the things that would be needed.  Selecting the date and time.  All was done in secrecy of course.  It wouldnt have done to have her know.  It would have ruined the moment. 

So i planned and I waited until the time was right, and then this morning, just mere minutes ago, I set my plan into action.  She was surprised of course.  Which was good.  I knew she appreciated the effort and time I has put into it.  She didnt have to say it.  It was something we both understood.

And now I wait.  Time slipping away.  How much longer now?  My hand rest still on the handle.  Flesh to wood.  Wood to metal.  Metal to flesh.  Just as it has to be.  Clank, clank, goes the clock.  She has the dress on that I picked out for her.  It is my favorite.  I put it on her myself.  She would appreciate the significance of it.  It was the dress she had the first time I saw her.  It was the same dress she had when i knew that we were to be together.  Reaching out, I wipe away a little of the crimson.  We cant do to have that dressed stained.

Soon the time will come and together we will share that wonderous moment that only a rare few know about, and none have ever experienced.  None but the two of us.  It take a deep love.  The love that we have. Her and I.  It takes a commitment to make sure eveyrthing is done just right. 

It is that special moment when the weight of the world is removed, when the spirit slips free and it allowed to fly.  And when it flies, so too will I.  We will fly together.  We will be together for all eternity.  So I wait. 

In the distance, the first few specks of light sneak out over the land.