“The Elusive Divine” Short Story

The Elusive Divine

Wind—cool, indifferent, and reckless—made its way under door frames, seeped through walls, and settled into corners. It permeated every possible space in the dwelling made out of thin, white bark stripped from local trees, and brushed past the skin of people sitting inside. When they felt its bite, an automatic shiver hit them, and the wind continued on, unsympathetically. The same exact thing happened to all people on the moon (whose name got lost in the translation).

In one house in particular, a female whose name loosely translates into “Anna” shivered. She wondered how much longer the wind would blow, and if it was going to pick up speed; it was already remarkably cooler than usual.

As always, the air was filled with an opaque haze, and in turn, it was possible to see things only if they were close up to the eye. Dense, thick clouds cover the surface constantly, and one could tell it was day only by the temperature getting warmer. The species’ eyesight was strictly nearsighted, their pupils were quite large as to take in the darkness, and their sense of touch and hearing was essential to their survival. They also used a type of echolocation such that they could be aware of structures, people, or lack thereof, beyond the haze.

However, once every 400 years exactly, the clouds disappear. No scientists on the moon have ever been able to explain this phenomenon, and most of the population bases it off of faith. They believe it is a sign of God showing his power over the never-ending, dismaying cloud cover.

Anna suddenly felt the wind picking up speed. Fast. She rose on her feet, hoping to hear, feel, or maybe—just maybe, for the first time—really see something. “I think it’s almost over,” she found herself exclaiming. She thought she saw the haze becoming thinner. No, perhaps it was only a trick of the light…

Her mother suddenly and quietly came through the door and startled her. “I’m sorry, I’m late, Anna. I had to give the man next door his medication.”

Anna barely heard what her mother said, she was just glad to see her. Then, another chill went through Anna’s body, leaving her shivering. “Mother, what’ll we do when it comes?” she said.

The mother considered. “I guess enjoy it.”

Anna stared at the haze, imagining hard what the world looks like. She pictured rivers, sparkling wherever the light hits, lime-green foliage adorning trees, and the “mega-Earth” planet overhead in the sky whose name translates loosely translates into “Elusive Divine.”

They stepped outside easily, since there were no doors—all buildings had archways, for their race was not a wicked one. Anna breathed hard, anticipating some grand split in the sky from God.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed before anything happened.

When it did, the air felt warmer. Then the clouds soon evaporated. All the while Anna was holding tight to her mother, both scared and infatuated. Her mother was a rock; she showed no signs of fear whatsoever, and to this Anna stood straighter.

The sunlight penetrated the rest of the clouds with a sudden movement. At first, the sun blinded them, but they quickly recovered at the sight that awaits.

The sky above was sea-green. The blurry distance revealed pastel green colored vegetation, and a spectacular view of their planet in the horizon, dotted with reds, blues, greens, and whites.

Anna could see her mother clearly and thought she was beautiful. She wondered what everybody else looked like, too. If they were similar or different. If she looked similar or different. Nobody knew quite how long the clouds would stay away, so they all welcomed the heat on their backs and soaked in every image.

This most certainly had to have been God, she could only think. Only God could do this. Yes, only God could lift a veil of clouds above your eyes and give you sight.

At night, there was an incredible scene of stars giving of light, from red to blue to white. The sea-green sky grew dark and took on blackness, but this blackness let in all sorts of light. Light that danced over you and reminded you that it would inevitably end, but never did the feelings that Anna would later recollect as she stands in an archway, an old woman, reaching out for her old enemy and cutting through it like a knife.

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