Of Dusk’s Sunset

Dusk was a shy little girl with sunset in her eyes. She never spoke much but her eyes told volumes, a fire seemed reflected in their depths. Looking into her eyes was like staring into the evening sun, stare too long and you would get the unnerving feeling that she could burn the whole world down if she so desired. Little girls had no business having eyes like that.

Strangers thought my sister Dusk was so named because of her startling eye colour and we let them think that but those who knew, knew that Dusk was adopted after we had found her abandoned in the forest, after sunset but before the dark of night, at dusk. No one ever said it to our family’s face but the were whispers that maybe we should have left her in the forest, to her fate, to die. They feared there was something wrong with her, something otherworldly, something other than just a little girl that stared back at you when you made eye contact.

Were it not for her eyes and the way she came into our lives, my sister could have been just another ordinary child, curious, shy, playful and occasionally crying for no good reason because I refused to play with her. I was too old to be playing dress up with my baby sitter. I felt bad sometimes, when I refused to play with her, she did not have many friends. Dusk was “those people” parents warn you not to hang out with.

I was a little girl when I found Dusk and she was more than a baby sister to me, she was mine, she was my baby. I had fed her, bathed her and looked after her pretty much from day one. Had I been older it would have been my name on her birth certificate. I was very mindful of Dusk and protected her from the world like any mother would. I shielded her from the whispers and the stares of the people who watched Dusk as if they expected her to sprout horns, transform into a fierce creature and burn the whole world down.

Dusk did not talk much, maybe that’s why her voice was slightly husky and low pitched like a boy’s voice and that I suspect was the real reason she kept silent like a mouse, inquisitive, exploring and discovering.

“Lala” Dusk called out, that’s what she called me.

“Here Love” I replied from the bedroom where I had been trying hopelessly to read a novel and instead was wondering what Dusk was upto, she had extra silent for the past hour and you know how kids are at their most deadly when they are absolutely quiet at play.

Dusk opened the door and peeked in two amber eyes almost glowing when they caught a stream of light from the window.

“Lala what does this word mean Po_Pohi_” she attempted to spell the word.

“Can you spell it?” I cut her off

“Pee Oh Eye Asss Oh Enn” she spelt

“That’s poison it’s a dangerous chemical such as what we used to kill rats in the garage”

“OK” Dusk replied and quietly closed the door

The little child was like a sponge always absorbing new things she hadn’t started school but was learning to read. She should have been going to kindergarten but the other kids had been giving her problems, or rather the other kids parents had been stupid and passed on the stupidity to their kids. My parents were considering the home school approach though it had not yet been finalized.

There was a slight tapping at the door and a head picked in again, two sunset coloured eyes staring at me, with a faint mixture of panic and excitement

“Lala…. What happens if a person drinks poison?”

“They die” I answered her truthfully

“Lala… I am dying” she stated matter of factly

Suddenly the red flags that I should have picked up on were glaring alarm lights flashing before me or it could have been the wave of dizziness from my raising panic attack.

I jumped from the bed, rushed to the door and scooped up my precious baby from the floor, I could see I was frightening her so I tried to calm her

“You are not dying” I whispered more to myself than to her

“Tell me everything that happened” In hindsight that was not the best way to get an explanation as she rushed to tell me a million and one things but eventually the story became clear

After I had refused to come to her tea party and play because I would rather read a corny romance she had gone to play by herself in the garage and found an interesting bottle to play with that could be used as a teapot and she poured herself tea, that’s when she saw the warning label and came to ask.

“Lets go to the garage and show me this bottle”

I spoke calmly and walked calmly but my head was a storm, my baby was going to die, I should have protected her made sure she was safe. Lets face I was simply a child playing pretend I could not even keep a pet, I had a puppy once, it simply just died and the time I had a beautiful pot plant the forget to water it, and now my baby sister was dying.

Soon as she pointed out the large brown bottle I picked it up and without a second drank some of it.

So be it.

We must not have been silent as we thought because my grandma who had been visiting burst into the garage to find Dusk and I huddled together mumbling how we were dying.

“Do you want to finish me, my children’s children, you want people to think that old woman ate her grandkids, the day I visit you are found dead”

Grandma also took the bottle and finished off the last of was left in it.

So be it.

We all waited to die.

Father arrived to find us still in the garage crying, no one had that thought to call emergency services yet. He had an ordeal getting an explanation of what had happened.

Finally he picked up the bottle and asked

“Is this what you drank?”

“Yes” we answered in unison

He started laughing, he laughed until tears came out.

“Its__distilled__ water__” he managed to say between fits of laughter.

Father was a chemistry teacher and the bottle was a decanter he was using for a water distillation project, the poison label had been just a joke he played on first year students who did not know their chemistry.

We were not going to die.

When everyone had calmed down father asked how we had managed to open the bottle in the first place, the stopper makes an airtight seal which is almost impossible to remove

All eyes turned to Dusk, and for a second I could have sworn her eyes really did glow that time…


~B

23 Comments

  1. Mmm. I have mixed emotions. The eyes had me me scared, but the conclusion is like “oh, what a silly girl…, and family”. Awesome writing though, kept me wondering what’s gonna happen next.

    This is a good part 2 of the Dusk trilogy

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    1. hahaha thank you! !!! Yes I want you in your feels I want you to not know whether you should laugh or be scared and get to the end ask yourself but Dusk … ari Right Right???? I dont know either stay tuned ~B

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      1. Funny how I thought she’s dead with all the was. Dusk was…
        Anyway, brilliant short fiction. I guess the author writes fast (doesn’t spend days rereading before publishing) I love people like that. Their stories are sharp like a knife. Focussed.

        I like how Dusk nearly killed two people who claimed and owned her secret desire.

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      2. …its a sequel story, I meant to add a link to the previous one but things happened also thats why didnt edit it out properly (i’ll fix it though) please do read the story before in this “series” titled My Sister Dusk. Funny you should say that I thought of killing Dusk and her family or just her family leaving her a sole survivor like a self-fulfilling prophecy that leaves you wondering if ….there’s something about dusk…. ~B PS why would you like such a thing are you like a weird person with dark humor lol

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      3. I have now read part 1 and noticed, you spent more days on it. How do I know? The pace and style is smooth like hiking a rolling hill. Different. Still the same because of that sudden hidden ledge of the hill.

        (fix it) I don’t know. If there is anything I like about WP comments is, you can’t go back and edit. Once the words are set free to the world, no taking the words back.What would happen if you left it as it is? An indication of the circumstances around the time you wrote it. I don’t mean the link to the previous part, I meant the story itself. Unless it is a for a competition, of course. Laughing, what I am askin is, can you handle rereading it unpolished a few years from now?

        PS. Why do I like such you ask…the same reason you almost killed the narrator of the story!

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      4. … I have known myself to delete my tweets that are 6 years old because I found typos in them…( twitter has no edit button just like WP comments *laughs.*) so I am definitely editing, not major edits that would change the tone/pace am keeping it….

        why would I kill the narrator? *laughs out loud* nobody knows whats going on in my head…, not even me. ~B

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      1. observant much??? hahaha on the real I have dabbled in “flash fiction” although its a bit more than that its not many different random short stories its the one story, mine.

        peep this one wp.me/p3NqTj-2FG

        and the load-shedding does affect/influence and limits available time for editing lol

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  2. I like your Dusk stories, and not just because I have a cat named Dusk, as I mentioned before. 🙂

    But I am not sure if I told you I used to have a cat named Sunset, too. He disappeared in July 2017 when we were evacuated due to forest fires here in my part of BC, Canada.

    Good writing!

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      1. I look forward to more installments. Who knows, maybe I will discover that you use more names of my cats. I have four right now, and have had several others over the years. Some have had pretty strange names, like Cheetah Benita, Jovan, Booboo, Johnnycat, etc.

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  3. Oh – my – my – my. . .
    I think I knew this little girl for a while.
    There was too much knowledge behind those eyes and she would play with the expectations of anyone who presumed that she would ever act her age.

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