The message. Weekend Freewrite. Prompt: dictionary

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The Message

Gina sat staring at the blank white screen, her head pounding an ache at its jumbled, incoherent thoughts; her emotions driftiing in the dark, dark depths of grief. She wanted to write an email, an email to send to family members, to her uncle’s friends.

She was too much of a coward to use the phone, she knew that she’d tear up and that her words would bottle in her throat. Gina was terrified of tears, she was afraid that she’d drown in them; a sea of unfathomable regret. No, she thought that an email setting out the plans for the funeral was be a better option. But there were no words in her head.

Then, without warning, letters began swirling off the screen in front of her, they danced merrily in the thick afternoon air, and all the while a haunting tune whistled around and bounced off the walls, echoing back a curiously sweet melody. Captured by the eerie tune, but not unaware of the magic whipping about the room, Gina gasped and tried to concentrate on the spectacle before her.

A resounding whoosh spun the twirling alphabet back onto the open page. Enraptured, Gina took a peek at the words typing themselves onto her iPad.

With bullet-like precision the words aligned themselves into verses. The format, exquisite. Gina read as the words appeared, each one a sensitive, sentimental rhyme. A beautiful thing of pure delight.

The hug of memory
pulls me in.
A soothing footprint
of a peaceful dream.
Shattered stones
become harmless sand.
White dawn
the horizon sight.
Brilliant light has
pierced my night.

At the end of the poem the cursor flashed, invitingly. Gina’s fingers hovered over the intense blip, and then they flew across the screen. Words trailed her fingers and poured onto the page. She watched it all fall into place below the verse as fat, fat tears released the words in her head.