Mulysa
Posted on | April 20, 2010 | Comments Off
Her blue fuzzy slippers had a pebble in them and she sat upon the bench to slip one off and remove the offending stone. She rubbed her foot and replaced the slipper looking around as though she felt she’d been watched. She rubbed her slipper against her shin and sort of tucked them beneath herself in order to hide their almost comedic appearance. They were, after all, blue fuzzy slippers.
A man came out to the bench dressed in a security uniform. He was an old man, his face weathered by the sun, his uniform a bit large and in need of ironing. He asked her if she was okay and did she need him to make a call for her. This was no place for a young woman to be sitting around. She wasn’t that young, but he was pretty old. And she thought she belonged here, but perhaps she did not. She looked up at the window and saw Mulysa, the little girl from before, smiling down on her.
“Ma’am, you don’t belong here in this here Asylum, you best be getting home” he said. “I can call you a cab if you like.”
The man sauntered off and into the building and she sat fidgeting her slippers and holding her clothing tightly around her. She thought she belonged here. She reached down again to fix her slipper and as she rose up, Mulysa was sitting beside her.
“You startled me” she said.
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” Mulysa said.
“Yeah, that’s what the guard said” but when she turned to face her again, Mulysa was gone.
The cab pulled up and she hesitated getting in, wondering what the driver must think, a woman in blue fuzzy slippers catching a cab in front of an Asylum. The ivy growing up the brick looked so lovely today. The flowers were in bloom. The oak tree so magnificent. But it wasn’t her time…
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