The Vessel
This write up is inspired by “365 Creative Writing Prompts”
#209/366
#3 The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.
My mind is my vessel, a starship soaring through the cosmos among countless stars.
I was born with an ability that terrified my mother. "They are not ready for you, my little flower," she whispered, brushing my hair.
Ready or not, there I was at Mr. Fleatsy's shop, his screams echoing through the room as sweat dripped from his hairline. My eyes sparkled with purple light, and I stood frozen with a strange fruit in my hand. His scream jolted me from my travel.
"What in the mercy of Merlin just happened to you?"
I looked at him blankly. I wasn't sure either.
"Get home, Silky, get home to your old mother! Before I send you to the town guards! NOW!"
When I got home with the potatoes Mother had asked for, I told her, "Mama, I saw a fruit in Mr. Fleatsy's shop, and it blinked at me. For a minute, I was dreaming!"
"You what?"
"I was dreaming, and I scared Mr. Fleatsy badly. He almost fell into the barrel. He was shouting, and I had to wake up."
"Sweetie, you shouldn't have! What did I tell you? They are not ready for you."
"But Mama..." She firmly asked me to go to bed.
The next day, townspeople came and harshly knocked on our door, demanding Mother give them me. For all the years she had told me they were not ready for me, she now asked me to dream and never wake up. Little did I know, when I awoke in the place I once told her she would love to live with me, I could hear in the distance the life I had left behind swallowing my mother to her last breath. In a vision, I saw them end her right there at the door. I could not come back from that dream. Mama was gone.
"You are my little flower and they can’t have you," those were her last words and still linger in my ears. I wish Mama were here today to see the worlds I've traveled through. Far from the town Mama and I used to live in, I now feel at home among others like me. I open my palm to reveal the strange fruit with eyes looking at me, and I understand what it asks of me. We are ready for the next galaxies.
It’s the vessel that saved me.
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