2004-10-07
An Informative Note. Possibly Pivotal?
hearing: The Fleecing - Pedro the lion
reading: In The Days of The Comet by H.G. Wells
feeling: frighteningly dizzy still
I allowed That Boy back into my life. We'll see how that goes.
before & & after
2004-10-06
Gouge Out Your Eyes If You See Her A Siren
hearing: Pale Trembles A Gale - The Autumns
reading: In The Days of The Comet by H.G. Wells
feeling: incredibly dizzy
Today, you get a story I wrote.
She bundles and stumbles gleefully out the door. Her soft hand tugs at yours as she cajoles you out into the autumn air with her. You pretend to struggle, when all the while you are intrigued, fascinated, and attracted by this beautiful little siren. The gentle sway of her hips is so tantalizing. Her chaste trembling lips so delightful. But you could not let her know. Leave her in the dark. Don't frighten the poor creature you want most in the world. Pretend to take your eyes off her, as they watch ever closer round her corners.
Once outside, a musical waterfall of conversation flows from her apple-y lips. You don't hear the shape of her words anymore. Only the shape of the sound of her words and her quivering nearness as you walk beside her.
She finally gazes back up into your eyes which have been watching her so intently. Her hand glances your arm and presses something against your shirt sleeve gently before dropping back to her side.
Something leaps within your heart at the precious twinkle in her intense eyes and the gentle pressure of her fingers so quickly departed from your arm; and you move your hand to catch hers.
But her eyes are sharp, and she moves quicker in response to your hand than you move it. An imperceptible shadow clouds her eyes for hardly a second, and then she turns away with a bubbly laugh and breaks into a run. As her figure retreats, she turns her shining face to you briefly and screams enticingly, Catch me if you can!
You are frozen for a moment as the darling angel withdraws her light further from you. Blinking and startled, almost in tears like a little boy who has just had a cherished toy taken from his hands. You blink again at the sound of her voice and snap out of your disappointment to tear off after her.
At first, the chase is gleeful. When her sumptuous form is still tripping along before you, with peals of her giggles ringing out now and again, you laugh too. Your heavy steps stumble forward ever faster and faster as your arms grow hungrier to have her close to you again.
A turn and a twist through the fields of dry grass and trees laden with russet and you suddenly lose her. Nowhere is her lithe frame in sight. Neither can you hear her sparkling mirth. You comb the trees and grass, growing more and more desperate with each passing moment that your angelic siren does not come back in sight. Tears well in your eyes as in a greedy child's. A stab of strange feeling pounds against your arm and you grasp something soft and strangely beautiful to the touch. It makes you angry though, for nothing can be beautiful but her. You rip the softness from your sleeve, leaving your shirt torn, and a scarlet scrap of fabric falls to the ground which you promptly trample on and kick to the dust.
Your turn round again, away from the pulsing, bleeding object on the ground, which you hardly notice; still looking for her and slipping into despair. You are ready to give up, when she jumps out from behind a tree with a giddy laugh.
You whirl around, spot her, and pounce at her before she can move. You pin her to the ground, she screaming and squirming with gaiety. She quickly wiggles out of your grasp and scrambles to her feet. You jump up as soon as she has left your arms, and as she turns to run again, you fling your arm about her tiny waist. You pull her close and brush your hand through her shimmering hair. And then gently, but greedily, smile into her face, rosy from the chase, and proclaim softly, I caught you.
You slowly lower your face to hers, but her eyes have caught the sight of something else, and the glee and brightness have drained from her face. She is staring through you in horror and pain, her gorgeous eyes brimming with bitter tears.
You recoil a little at the sight of her sudden despondence and then soften immensely as you grip her tighter and your face crisscrosses with concern.
Oh dearest, what's the matter?
She shudders at dearest as she struggles to pull out of your ever tightening grasp. Her face pale, she woefully lifts her finger to point to your torn shirt sleeve, and quietly chokes out
My heart was on your sleeve...
And then she pulls out of your grasp and runs away sobbing harder than you've ever heard anyone sob before.
And the scene begins to dissipate.
And he is silent. As her words echo in his ear.
My heart was on your sleeve
The End.