[#24]

Once upon a time, there was an old woman; She lived in a small cosy hose on the countryside. She walked outside to get a fresh breath in the early morning. She greeted her neighbour who was pulling out some minor weeds in his well-kept garden.
She thought that wasn’t even such a bad idea. So she headed to the shed. Unlocked and opened the old an shrieking door. She took hold of a scythe. It was a fifty kilograms heavyweight scythe. She let her old hand slide over the wooden steel. Impossible for an old lady to handle. Let alone lift it.
She lifted it wit no sign of hardships. Looked at it with satisfaction. She gave it a strong pull and it landed softly on her back.
The old lady walked to the pasture that belonged to her on the other side of the road.
The neighbour ran hastily inside his own house. Closed all doors and windows, and took place on the couch together with his lovely wife. Scared as two little rabbits that are being chased by a slick fox. They pulled a blanket to their chins and watched frightened through the big window in the living room to the pasture where the old woman was standing.
The old lady stood there in the tall grass. Only her body above her chest was visible.
She lifted the scythe from her back and above her head. And began with swaying it faster and faster, taking a stronger grip on the scythe by the second. She was near to perfection but she still wasn’t satisfied.
When she found the perfection, she lowered the scythe bit by bit, until it cutted off the tips from the tall grass. Each time the scythe reached the grass, it cutted exactly 1 millimetre off. After a few seconds, the old lady already mowed the grass in a circle to the ground.
The old lady walked steadily in one direction, while she was still swaying the scythe with a near impossible speed on ground height. She increased her moving speed too.
She began to write something in the field. A letter… A word… No, a sentence. Each time she had to write a new word she jumped 10 metres further started with the new word.
The neighbours were still looking frightened over their blanket at the phenomenon that was taking place outside across the street. The neighbours were astonished what they saw; a twister was created by the perfect swaying of the old lady.
The twister became was grey of all the dirt that it took with him. The grass was green. The sky was blue.
The twister changed all of that. The twister began to get more intense, faster and more frightening. First it sucked up all of the chopped off grass, so the twister became green. Then it absorbed the blue colours of the sky; in exchange he traded his green colours. So now the sky had the colours of the grass and the twister had the blue colours of freedom.
After the twister had reached its perfection too, it began with sucking up the houses, the trees, and the whole world. It only left a little piece of land.
The twister stopped. The reason? Because granny stopped. She gave one big slash with the scythe and the wind disappeared.
A bright and blinding light appeared, it burned in her eyes. Though, it lasted for only a few seconds before the light dimmed. The light source became visible. It was: A Book.
The old lady lifted her arms and spread her hands, the book fell gently into her old hands.
She held the book in front of her with stretched arms She tried to read the title, what was on the cover of the book, but she couldn’t. She got her reading glasses and put them on, She concentrated on the cover.
She read: “#24”
She opened the book. A sudden and incredible force came from it. Nature came out of the book. It created the new world. The book was whispering words: “Regeneration”, “Number twenty-four”, “ Origin”, “Source of life”. It stopped. A flat world was created. Earthquakes came and the world slowly stretched and bended until it was round, yet again. When everything was over, the old lady gave a huge sigh.
Something cracked or ripped open in the sky and an angel flew trough that crack. She was heading to the old lady, who had just settled herself on the soft ground.
The angel spoke: “Thanks for your services again. Would you mind to trade now?”
“No certainly not, this life is killing me, especially this old body.”
The old lady handed the book to the angel.
“So… What life you want to live now?”
“I’d like to be a young man.”
“And what would be the young man’s name?”
The old lady thought about it, then said it with pure self-confidence and a smile on her face: “Limbed”.


Alpha and Omega