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shaken stirred short story

Shaken and Stirred

“Wake up, Diana…wake up please my darling!”
Di felt her body being vigorously shaken up…

She wanted to wake up. But she couldn’t. It wasn’t time yet, she thought. Not just yet. I have a score to settle.

As she floated above her body, Di looked around for someone. Someone. The one Di had to settle her score with. And soon enough, Di spotted her. Standing by the hospital room doorway. A stout figure. As always. Standing as far away as social acceptance allowed her. Far enough not to be sucked in the drama that was, around Diana’s body. She.

The she that was her mother-in-law. The mother that was never really motherly. Oh how Di wished she been a different person. Someone, who would have accepted Di for being herself.

As the day ended, everyone around Diana left for home. Everyone except Di’s dear husband. She also left, very conveniently.

Diana floated out with she. Determined to shake some things up, Diana followed she in the car to what was she’s, and her husband’s home. The home that never felt like her own to Diana. Where there were always conditions. Always critique, and always the feeling of being an outsider.

Diana hated this home? No she didn’t, she hated the feeling that came with this home. The feeling she threw out at her.

Here, take this dear. The ‘dear’ felt weird to Diana. This will help clear your skin out. And that felt weird too. Quite weird for a very first conversation between her and she. Immediately, Di felt a stinging sense of un-belonging. Ignoring, Di went on with her life.

That was a decade back. But things and events kept popping up. Every time Di tried to forget, and move on, she found something else to criticize. To not like, or to want to try and change. Diana’s soul began to scream for her self-esteem.

Years went by. And many things transpired. She stood her ground, and Di stood hers. Until, that fated day. Walking back from work, Diana, busy in her thoughts barely noticed the speeding truck coming directly at her. And all was blur. And a day later, when she found herself floating above her body, in a strangely liberating kind of way. Am I dead? Not yet, I think. As Di noticed the machines beeping rhythmically all around her.

And so it began. She walked back in to her house from the hospital, followed by a silently floating Di. As Di floated past she, a swoosh of breeze blew she’s hair out of place and she looked back at the doorway, a little flustered.

A silent chuckle escaped Di’s mouth.

That night, Di kept a watchful eye on she as she slept, fitfully, thanks to the constant chuff of breeze as Di floated in and out of her room. She woke up with red puffy eyes and a flutter in her heart. It seems her biggest fears were materializing. There was something in this house.

Di could feel she’s thoughts. And it was such a great thing! To be there, and yet to not be seen. Di couldn’t touch the old lady. But Di could move stuff around with her swooshing. And that Di did.

Oh what fun, as Di sent a pillow flying on the floor. She hurried in her bedroom, her face absolutely porcelain white. “Who is it?” She asked.

Di laughed so hard she thought someone would definitely hear her. But no one did. She didn’t either. Diana thought she needed to send she a message. So Di looked around for things that could be used. Di tried looking outside the house. A little girl was swinging in the garden. Suddenly Di remembered a little something she had read about in ghost books. So Di went up to the girl and whispered in her ears. The little girl looked up…bewildered. And walked straight up to she’s door.

“Your daughter-in-law wants you to apologize”, the little one said to she .
“What? What are you saying child? Go play”. She closed the door and went up to the couch and sat down heavily.

What on Earth? She picked up the phone to call her son.

“How is everything?” She asked.

“Oh I don’t know. Di’s pulse rate keeps flickering…she keeps going in and out of consciousness Mother.”

Goosebumps appeared on she’s hands. And the pale pallor returned. Can it really be? Di took this chance and flung another pillow on the floor.

She got up absolutely startled and shaken…

Walking out of her home, she began her slow motion towards the hospital.

Reaching the hospital, she walked up to where her daughter-in-law lay, motionless. She felt the familiar swoosh of the breeze in her hair and looked back as if she would see someone standing behind her. Nothing. The machine beside Di started beeping frantically…

“I am sorry! She screamed. Please. I am truly sorry.”

The son looked at his mother, and back at Di. What was going on?

The machine that was beeping frantically suddenly went silent. And then sprung on to a steady, welcome rhythm. The code nurse ran in to check on Di.

“Oh goody”, said the nurse, looking at the machine. “Looks like the pulse rate is normalizing”.
She looked on. Dazed. Her face frozen. Could it really be?

It’s time, thought Di. And with a silent chuckle, Diana swooped back inside her body.

Sometimes all life needs is a little shaking up!

 

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Author: Ajita

Eccentric, eclectic and headstrong. I am a writer, author and editor and I write content for a reputed IT firm, for a living. When I am not doing that, I write for myself and my Facebook audience. I am also a Tarot reader, a mystic, a crystal healing enthusiast an indoor gardener and a mother of a feisty 8-year old.

Ajita

Eccentric, eclectic and headstrong. I am a writer, author and editor and I write content for a reputed IT firm, for a living. When I am not doing that, I write for myself and my Facebook audience. I am also a Tarot reader, a mystic, a crystal healing enthusiast an indoor gardener and a mother of a feisty 8-year old.

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