Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago · 3 min. reading time · ~10 ·

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Mercy; a winter tale

Mercy; a winter tale

The child, capped and jacketed, little more than a scrap, stood stock-still in the snow. The only light that shaped him came from this cabin, and it was poor at that. She'd seen him before, from this very window, unflinching and immune to distraction, unrelenting in his accusation. Every year in the past score, he'd become the fixture she dreaded most about winter. It was an omen of some sort, she was sure of it. Something new arrived with him. What was it? Esther, hands trying to fist within the cold water, pushed her face over the sink to stare defiantly close to the pane that refused her curiosity by misting up. What did he want, she asked herself; not for the first time.

The first few times she’d tried to get him in he’d simply disappeared by the time she’d opened the front door, only a few steps away. Bolts thrown and rugs kicked away, she’d called to him, ‘you, chile…come here, come in!’, only to have her words thrown back at her by the dull tomb of snow and unrelenting cold. She’d go back to the window to find him gone; until the next night when the few frantic seconds would play out again. After a few attempts – not many, she gave up. It wasn’t just the dawning that the boy may not be real, or the worry that her sister would either hear her calls or would be further weakened by the loss of the scant, precious warmth; it was the notion that had crept further into Esther’s head, of foreboding. The last thing she needed was more fear to take grip.


This night, rattled by something indiscernible Esther hesitated before drawing the curtain. Since that first winter the lad showed, she’d traded some smoked fish for cloth during her thrice-annual trip to the town, alone: The town-folk thought her mute; she never spoke….just handed over her list. And fey, and they didn’t pry into her likes and the few early encounters she’d had with the town’s children kept them away; she’d honed her tracker-skills to be invisible. She returned with her essentials, and cloth, after seeing to the horse, she’d asked Lily to sew the heavy drape to ‘keep in the heat’.

Her sister, Lily, had a fine hand and good eyes for such things. Esther knew it was also a good distraction for her broken mind and body. She’d slowly dissolved in the thirty-odd years they’d been here. Esther laid helpless fury of her decline; first crumbling into a brittle wax-paper ball of unbearable grief that would never un-furl, the sharp edges relenting to sodden fragility, her sister – her beloved sister, shrank into the world between; too small, and really, hardly a wisp of herself anymore. Even back then, dust settlied into stalactites formed quietly from Esther’s private tears; a barrier to the past that she no longer dared to hope would lead to resolution – maybe, acceptance. Nowadays, Lily’s routine was to keep to her room come sunset. Like she knew of things to come.

After getting her sister abed, Esther tried to sleep. Lord knows her body was spent. For just one of many times since so much water has driven under their bridge in the years past, Esther had to face ‘reason’. Her fear drew tighter, closer, like a weathered shawl as it dawned; her own body was giving in to age. That boy; whippoorwill, banshee, maybe apparition, he wanted something. His incessant calling had to have a purpose. For the first time in her life, Esther wondered if that…phantom...was there to exact a price. Her journey, her purpose, her guilt…did it have anything to do with her sister’s need? Had her act of ‘saving’ her sister and her child…was it wrong? What had she stolen in the frantic, protective love for her sister…in her God-feared task….could it be possible it was not meant to be? She knew her sister’s lament; the loss of her child during that arduous, prolonged trek, away from what Esther deemed her kin needed saving from. Did she do wrong? It was too long ago…..but Esther knew the brutality she wanted to prevent was paid in spades, in full; no matter what.

That very time that Esther pulled the kitchen-sink blind back open was the same moment Lily drew beside her. Unbidden, unabashed, confident, enthralled and excited as as a child on Christmas eve. Unnerved yet with a sense of rightfulness, Esther did not glance her way; she felt her rather, and they both looked to the window together expectantly. In the briefest of basic understanding, Esther allowed her sister freedom, and Lily extended gratitude. It was, at that brief glimpse, understood, unspoken. The boy-child was back in the radiant gloom; this time, what has niggled Esther before stood beside him, holding his hand; their mother.

Lily, so long a melting mass of fragility, took her sister’s hand without fanfare. Some part of Esther melting shield was release. ‘It’s time’, Lily said, her face calm and youthful; full of hope that Esther had long forgotten; it took her breath away. ‘Yes, my lovely’ Esther said smiling with a gentle love denied her for way too long, ‘let us go to them’.

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Ken Boddie

4 years ago #16

A powerful piece, Lisa. You draw us in with our own curiosity then lead us to a precipice of possibilities.

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #15

Oh yes...know it well! Thanks for you faithful encouragement Randall! And thank you Franci\ud83d\udc1dEugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador for stopping by :)

Franci 🐝Eugenia Hoffman

4 years ago #14

The comment by Randall Burns.

Randall Burns

4 years ago #13

In your perspective Lisa Vanderburg maybe you "dropped the ball", but I don't see it. Sometimes the best new recipes/dishes are created from "dropping the ball". Did you ever see the movie "Tortilla Soup"? Great movie in it's own right but with fantastic food, in one scene the Chef is serving a banquet and one of the cooks screws up the dessert, the Chef recuperates nicely by reworking it, coming up with a new dish which everyone receives positively without even knowing there was a problem. :-)

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #12

Thank you, kind Sir and friend! I'm trying to practise ambiguity without losing the entire plot, and I think Randell's graciously overlooking a ball I dropped :) Hey-ho!

Ali Anani

4 years ago #11

I find the comment of Randall Burns. You write beautifully my friend

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #10

Cor blimey, Randall Burns - you're making me blush! I had about 12 interpretations but then I reckon ambiguity does not have enough letters :) Thank you Randall!

Randall Burns

4 years ago #9

HaHa! Absolutely Lisa Vanderburg I had a feeling you were going to say that, hence the magic of the piece. I can see it in 2 ways, 2 ways so far removed from each other, extreme opposite ends of the spectrum, both feasible, believable, both brilliant, from the very same story line. Amazing that it elicited both reactions from me at the same time, (still does). Yes life is like that and I talk about perspectives and perceptions ALL the time. Well done!

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #8

Most grateful Pascal Derrien!

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #7

Apologies, CityVP \ud83d\udc1d Manjit; thatnks for all the shares!! :)

Pascal Derrien

4 years ago #6

Stunning piece.... :-)

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #5

Reader's choice Randall Burns!

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #4

Dang - forgot to tag you Kevin Baker; you dared me :) Glad you liked it - thanks!

Lisa Vanderburg

4 years ago #3

Aw, thanks CityVP \ud83d\udc1d Manjit! Joseph Conrad understood well the cost of wayward meanderings!

Randall Burns

4 years ago #2

Wow! Lisa Vanderburg Very interesting read. Not sure if I should cry or rejoice...

CityVP Manjit

4 years ago #1

Oh darn Lisa you have a magical way with words, now I wish I used this piece in Interpretative Reading project. For sure reading from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad fit what I wanted to do, but it would have been even more satisfying to read the flow of words that made this a wonderful read.

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