Original Writing - Prose: The rain splashes slowly onto the dark cobbles , the gray clouds hanging low as the wind sweeps through the narrow alleyways
Higher English Creative Writing
Visions
The rain splashes slowly onto the dark cobbles , the gray clouds hanging low as the wind sweeps through the narrow alleyways. From a window high above the ground two small eyes peer into the smoky depths of the surrounding city. No movement, however small is missed by those all-encompassing eyes, the soaked leaves blown savagely down the streets. The rats scurrying down into the sewers, the rain-bedraggled cat loping sorrowfully under the shelter of a battered doorway. The small eyes peruse the whole city.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar movement is noticed, the eyes peer curiously through the gloom of the smog filled sky towards the direction of the motion. The eyes search out the unrevealed object slowly breaking over the horizon into the line of vision. As the nature of the object is gradually divulged, an unknown excitement builds up in the beholder.
There was something of a legend surrounding those eyes, and the boy to whom they belonged. Even as a baby, the eyes of the child had seemed soul-searching, unutterably profound. They appeared two discs of infinite depth, small and dark in the pure white face of absolute innocence. The nurse who had cared for the child after his mother’s death during childbirth sensed something odd about the infant but could not, at first, decide quite what it was. Then one day she realised, she had never seen the boy shut his eyes, not even while he was asleep, not even to blink. It was as if he could not bear to miss one single thing, every event was vital to him. The story was spread round the small village by the usual gossip trail, and almost immediately wild rumours and allegations of witchcraft flew up. It reached such a zenith that the local priest refused to baptise the boy, believing him to be ‘an instrument of Beelzebub.’ The nurse’s love for the child was pretty meagre, and she too did not take much persuasion that he was an entity of arrant evil. So the baby was packed off to the nearest orphanage that would accept the unchristened infant, utterly oblivious to the gossip and hearsay that was to follow him his entire life.
