Cecilia/

 Sacred. 

Part 1. December 1^st 2020  

They were seven.

 

Seven doors.

Seven dimensions.

Seven initations.

Seven whispers. 

Seven directions.

Seven instructions.

Seven sisters.

 

 

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“Let’s talk about dreams!”. A voice from the back of the car broke through the silence of the old Saab with the broken down radio. 

Well, actually the whole panel was damaged. No chance to see how hot or cold the airco was set to, or how many more kilometres you could drive before you were out of gas. No functioning GPS either.

The car made her feel like Doc in Back To The Future though, so there was no way she would even consider turning it in for something else. Yet. 

 

“Dreams? What dreams? The ones at night? Daydreams? Which dreams do you want to talk about my little fairybell fluffball?”, she asked.

 

“Dreams of course!”, the voice at the back of the car reciprocated. “Real dreams! Dreams which worlds are made of, hearts built of, galaxies forged of, souls encircled by.”

 

“I guess I should have known better than to ask for the definition”, Samantha sighed out loud to herself.

 

The weather was getting more intense. Thick fog shifting in to even more dense fog with heavy, slow snowfall. The kind that makes you feel like you are driving in The Sound Of Silence itself.

 

She looked around and realized she was not driving on the road any more. The red reflector clad poles marking both sides of the road were nowhere to be seen. The soft snow was reaching halfway up the tires. She stopped. Placed the gear in “P”, handbrake on. Opened up the door, put one foot down in the snow. The layer covered her calves entirely.

 

“We will have to walk from here, find some where to settle for the night. It will be too cold to sleep in the car”, she said as she opened up the back door. 

 

The little furball with those blue-soon-going-to-be-yellow puppy eyes looked her straight in the eyes.

“Are you doing this just to get out of talking about dreams?”

 

“No way”, Sam said. “We can walk and talk all night if we want to”.

 

The puppy jumped out in to the snow, disappearing at first and then nose and tail peaked up just above the rim of the softness. She shook the flakes off her back and neck.

“No, we can’t. You see, this place, this space, is sacred. If we talk while we walk we will disturb The Whispers. And trust me, you don’t want to disturb no whispers. You want them on your side.

 

 

“Ssssshhhhh…”

 

Was that the wind, or was it a hush coming out of the deep fog?

 

“Ssssshhhh….. sssssshhhh…. Seven……ssssshhhhhh…..”

 

 

 

 

 

 

-       Cecilia Götherström, Dec 1st 2020