Lakota Saw Her Too

Lakota Saw Her Too

A Story by VALORMORE DE PLUME
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The ghost of Emily

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Lakota Saw Her Too

From The

Mindscapes

Of

Valormore

 

     The morning is starting with a primordial panorama. Warm fog hangs low, stuffing the valleys with cottony pillows. Scattered about, rocky outcrops of the higher peaks, protrude from under the blanket of vapors, rendering the likeness of a Jurassic sea dotted with barren islands. Perched above the scene on the third highest peak, from my stone and mortar home, I sip my coffee while imagining an assortment of prehistoric creatures that hide within the etheric white shroud. Fog is rare in this arid climate. In a short time, the rising sun will blow his hot breath to vanquish these vagabond vapors. I will fantasize about the hidden depths until the last wisp of it rises to ride the wind.

     “What is it Lakota?” I ask my snarling dog and good friend, as his hackles rise on his back.

     He growls as he begins to move forward with hesitant steps. Calling Lakota back; I stroke his head and remind him that a tyrannosaurs-rex could swallow him whole. My four-legged friend is not amused, or distracted from his vigilance. We have been best of friends for many years and I trust his instincts over my own. I make ready, the double-barrel shotgun that lies across my lap. He appears emboldened by my posture, letting out a threatening bark. To get a visitor up here is as rare as the fog. The few people, who come this way, know to announce themselves before they come into range of my scattergun. Lakota and I hunt for game on a regular basis. He knows, to stay close and quiet. When marauders venture too near, his stance and demeanor are more aggressive. Whatever hides in the fog is more of a curiosity to him than a threat.

     The sun is rising fast from behind me to dissipate this misty vail. An eagle’s shrill voice calls from on high and echoes through the valley, as I remain peering into the ghostly vapors, at the ready for anything. Or so I thought. The emerging image sends a startled shiver through my body and Lakota sits at my side with a perplexed whimper. Before me stands young Emily. She passed away three seasons ago, when she was forty-three. Yet she is here, young and vibrant. She smiles at me. My heart flutters and my pulse quickens, as it did on the first day we met, all those years ago. The fog is fading fast and so is my Emily. She blows me a kiss as she vanishes.

     Lakota runs to where she was standing and attempts to locate her scent. He returns with a disappointed sadness, that is reflecting my own feelings. He goes back to the spot, casting back and forth in disbelief.

     I am known to have a fertile imagination. I might believe, in this case, it applies to Emily’s apparition, nonetheless, Lakota saw her too.

 

THE END

By

Valormore


© 2018 VALORMORE DE PLUME



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thanks for entering into my what i dream competition, its beautiful good luck

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VALORMORE DE PLUME

5 Months Ago

Thank you for commenting. Much appreciated.
I like this story very much, the rich imagery kept me engaged.I also like that you pointed out that he trusted the dog's instincts more than his own.

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VALORMORE DE PLUME

3 Years Ago

Thank you Elisakay.
Good story. And the end makes the title very meaningful.

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VALORMORE DE PLUME

3 Years Ago

Thank you Marie.
I could almost feel the cool morning air in my lungs reading that. Really liked the vivid scene you painted.

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VALORMORE DE PLUME

3 Years Ago

Thank you for the nice comment Gibbons.

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Welcome to, "The Mindscapes of Valormore" I hope my stories produce pictures in your mind. That is what a mindscape is. A place you can go repe.. more..

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