It was impossible for a regular person living in America to have stopped it. She had become so self-important that she no longer listened to the voice of one, or many , or even the voice of reason; and it was the downfall of us all. Many of us, well most of us, had forgotten what it was to survive. In America, the concept of survival was more closely related to staying ahead of the game, winning the rat race more than winning the war against death.
As a people, we no longer had the skill to live without the fast lane, the supermarket, the internet, we could not farm or hunt or build. We were like children, confused and unsure, but without the inexhaustible sources of energy they seem to possess. We were slovenly and lazy, many of us overweight- completely ill-equipped to handle the physical, mental, and emotional strain of our new lives.
As a result, many of us died in the months following the Great American Holocaust, and those of us that didn’t, struggle every day to become something new- something better. Those of us that survived the Holocaust and the terrible years that followed will always struggle to find our place in this new world.
And we will never forget.
The Beginning:
It was June, the kind of beautiful unremarkable spring day which we so often took for granted in the days Before. The sky was the soft deep blue many manufacturers attempt to mimic in crayons and bed sheets, but can never quite manage. A soft breeze caressed the tops of trees, tickled the tips of grass, and pushed the clouds as they drifted in that majestic sky. The flowers bloomed, their bright colors creating rainbows in parks and manicured front yards; birds chirped, and moths and butterflies danced carelessly, kissing each other, gently beneath blooming bushes.
When I look back on this day, I always remember the beautiful perfection of it all. Unlike many of the others I know, I will never allow that day to be changed by later events That day is the shinning beacon of what things were Before, and one of the few things which gave me joy and comfort in the days After.
I will always remember how bright the sun was, and the promise or memory of a hot day connected in some way with how the wind blew. This is what I remember of Before.
I was at work that day, working diligently in the tiny cubicle in which I spent my life. My tasks there were simple, answer phones, assist the continuous onslaught of idiotic customers, and concoct various excuses- no matter how plausible- to allow me to escape the steaming hell which was my life. Cut off from the rest of the world, most of the employees in my center would never have known the world was about to end if not for the phones.
It’s a strange thing about working in a call center- It is never completely quiet. There is always some sound, a neighbor shuffling papers, a telemarketer down the row attempting to force a sale, or some customer in your ear insisting that they are the exception to the rule you repeat seven hundred times a day. However on that day, at 2:47PM, everything went still. Every phone went dead, and the normal cheer which goes up anytime that type of issue arises, never came.
For seconds which stretched on like hours, silence deafened the two hundred some employees.
And then the phones began to ring.
No the work phones, those remained eerily silent, but the cell phones that are strictly forbidden but kept in secret by everyone in the room. My phone was first.
“Mrs Abraham?”
“Yes”
“This is Keeley…from Alex’s school. I’m sure you understand that due to the recent events we are asking all parents to pick up their children immediately.”
A cold fear griped my heart, my trembling hands were already reaching for my bag. The eyes of everyone around me were focused on my every move.
“They need me to pick up the kid. There is some kind of emergency.” I said to the room around me. “I need to go.” To Keeley, I asked, “What exactly is wrong?”
But she was gone, and so was I. I was at the door when the first wails rose from the cubicles, then the cell phones began to ring in earnest. I was out the door before the shouts of terror and the grip of panic could reach me. I didn’t need mass hysteria to drag me into the depths of fear, I had my own worries.
Jumping into my car, slamming it into gear, I barley processed the fact that the parking lot was quickly filling with screeching zombies madly pulling at their hair and fumbling with keys to rows and rows of locked vehicles.
The streets only added to my frustrations, completely out of character for a mid-afternoon weekday, the roads were crowded with cars. I cursed loudly, banged the steering wheel frantically, but traffic remained deadlocked.
Angry and frightened beyond all rational thought, I snapped on the radio.
“No reports have been confirmed regarding the damage or loss of life associated with this heinous attack. The government has upgraded the nation’s alert status to RED, but is asking everyone to remain calm. City officials are working to limit additional loss of life, cooperation is mandatory. All off duty medical and law enforcement personnel are asked to check in with their places of employment for further instruction. All other citizens are asked to return to your homes and continue listening to KLRX for future updates.”
The soothing stains of an unidentified classical piece flowed through the car, but it could not reach me. A panic so strong it was nearly crippling grasped at my heart; my breath came in short shallow gasps. I was trapped. Locked in a coffin of glass and metal. My son was in a school full of strangers. We were all going to die, and the last thing we would ever feel would not be love, but a terrifying, all-encompassing kind of fear.
I think it is times like that which give us insight into who we really are. At that moment, I wanted to give up, the stress and the fear pulled at me so hard I wanted to sink below them, allow them to drag me down into the depths of deep safe unawareness. I wanted to allow the weight of the situation to break me- to crumble me into bits so that the terror and sorrow leaked out into the car, into the street, into the atmosphere.
I opened my mouth to let it all out, prepared for tears, and wracking sobs; instead, I screamed. Surprisingly, there was no surrender in the sound, no hopelessness- only a solid, very real, desire to fight- to survive.
A plan. While I was sitting motionless in the car, I needed to know what was going on, I needed a plan of action. I grabbed my bag, fisting through handfuls of old receipts and empty cough drop wrappers to the phone hidden in its depths.
Thanking God for modern technology- for the gift of the internet.
Pulling my home page, I was bombarded by images of our last days- quote the headlines. New York, San Francisco, Miami, video streaming across the web confirming every rumor we all feared- it was gone. Everything demolished. Some sci-fi horror film come to life.
The accompanying subtext only added to the sense of the surreal. Words like nuclear holocaust, fallout, and death toll flashed before my eyes- daring me to deny the terror they insinuated.
What was a nuclear holocaust? And how does such a thing come about? How does it happen? More importantly, how does it happen to US? To America? Who would dare?
Unthinkable.
Inconceivable.
And yet, it happened. WTF! And what happens now. The thoughts raced faster and faster. What happens now? Do we all die out? Do we become horribly malformed? Perish from radiation poisoning? Do we get superpowers? Become glow in the dark? What?
A quick Google search provides the answers, a whole downloadable book on what to do in case of nuclear attack. In a blink, I have information which may keep me and my family alive.
Behind me impatient, frantic horns honk. While I was lost in the flood of information, traffic had once again begun to crawl forward. And it was forward I was intent on going. Me and mine would not become casualties of this war we never chose to fight, some sad statistic to be clucked over by sympathetic foreign tongues. We would be survivors.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
I wanted
When I was young and the world was laid out before me,
There was nothing that I wanted.
I passed through life,
Unscathed by its trials,
Untouched by its difficulties.
I wanted nothing more than simply to be.
And one day I looked back,
I saw the life that stretched out behind me
and saw nothing that I wanted.
I had passed through life,
Unscathed and untouched,
Older, but still a child-
In love with my trials and difficulties.
And I wanted.
There was nothing that I wanted.
I passed through life,
Unscathed by its trials,
Untouched by its difficulties.
I wanted nothing more than simply to be.
And one day I looked back,
I saw the life that stretched out behind me
and saw nothing that I wanted.
I had passed through life,
Unscathed and untouched,
Older, but still a child-
In love with my trials and difficulties.
And I wanted.
Friday, August 26, 2011
The joys of reading...
Ah, how you excite me.
I love your musky smell.
I run my fingers over your spine in anticipation.
And when I slide them inside you, you open, blossoming.
You take me inside and send me soaring high, to places unseen.
With every flick of my finger, we become more deeply involved, images shaping, worlds being created, and I am lost inside of you.
In this moment, I want to hold you forever.
So we can experience this over and over again.
God, I love a good book!
What did you think, pervert?!
:D
I love your musky smell.
I run my fingers over your spine in anticipation.
And when I slide them inside you, you open, blossoming.
You take me inside and send me soaring high, to places unseen.
With every flick of my finger, we become more deeply involved, images shaping, worlds being created, and I am lost inside of you.
In this moment, I want to hold you forever.
So we can experience this over and over again.
God, I love a good book!
What did you think, pervert?!
:D
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Rapunzel
There once lived a man and his wife who had long wished for a child, but in vain. Now there was at the back of their house a little window which overlooked a beautiful garden full of the finest vegetables and flowers; but there was a high wall all round it, and no one ventured into it, for it belonged to a witch of great might, and of whom all the world was afraid. One day, when the wife was standing at the window, and looking into the garden, she saw a bed filled with the finest rampion; and it looked so fresh and green that she began to wish for some almost as if under a spell; and at length she longed for it greatly. This went on for days, and as she knew she could not get the rampion, she pined away, and grew pale and miserable.
Then the man was uneasy, and asked, “What is the matter, dear wife?” “Oh,” answered she, “I shall die unless I can have some of that rampion to eat. The man, who loved her very much, thought to himself, “Rather than lose my wife, I will get some rampion, cost what it may.”
So in the twilight, he climbed over the wall and into the witch’s garden, plucked it hastily and brought it to his wife. She made a salad of it at once, and ate of it to her heart’s content. But she liked it so much, and it tasted so good, that the next day she longed for it thrice as much as she had done before; if she was to have any rest, the man must climb over the wall once more. So he went in twilight again; and as he was climbing back, he saw, all at once, the witch standing before him, and was terribly frightened, as she cried with angry eyes, “How dare you climb over into my garden like a thief and steal my rampion! It shall be the worse for you!”
“Oh,” answered he, “be merciful rather than just; I have only done it through necessity; for my wife saw your rampion out of the window, and became possessed with so great a longing that she would have died if she could not have had some to eat.”
Then the witch said, “If it is all as you saw, you may have as much rampion as you like, on one condition- the child that will come into the world must be given to me. You have poisoned her with your theft of the herb. Your child will be beautiful beyond all imagining, but she can never live among normal folk.
In his distress of mind the man promised everything; and when the time came and the child was born, the witch appeared , and giving the child the name Rapunzel (which is the same as rampion), she took it away with her.
As the witch had promised, Rapunzel was the most beautiful child in the world, but the rampion had poisoned the girl’s soul and cursed her with the gaze of the gorgon, so that any man who looked upon her would instantly be turned into stone. When she was twelve, in order to protect the world from the child’s evil gaze, the witch shut her up in a tower in the midst of the woods. But the child would sing her sweet song to passers-by so that she could drink their souls, leaving behind only a stony shell, and so the witch sealed all the doors leaving only a small window at the top of the tower. When the witch wished to be let in, she would stand below and cry, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
Rapunzel had beautiful long hair that shone like gold. When she heard the voice of the witch she would undo the fastening of the upper window, unbind plaits of her hair, and let it down the twenty feet below, and the witch would climb up by it.
After they had lived thus for a few years it happened that as the King’s son was riding through the wood, he came to the tower; and as he drew near he heard a voice singing so sweetly that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel, once more casting her song upon the wind to lure in travelers. The King’s son wished to go in to her and sought to find a door in the tower, but there was none. So he rode home, but the song had entered into his heart, and every day he went into the wood and listened.
Once, as he was standing there under a tree, he saw the witch come up, and listened while she called out, “Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”
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Then he saw how Rapunzel let down her long tresses, and how the witch climbed up by them and went in to her, and he said to himself, “Since that is the ladder, I will climb it, and seek my fortune.” And the next day, as soon as it began to grow dusk, he went to the tower and cried, “Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” And she let down her hair and the King’s son climbed up.
Rapunzel thought first to devour the soul of the young man, but in him she saw means of escaping from her stony prison and so as the King’s son entered, the evil girl hid her face behind a screen. The King’s son spoke to her kindly told her how her singing had entered his heart, so that he would have no peace until he could be with her. He asked her to be his wife and she agreed saying, “I would willingly go with you, but I do not know how I should get out. When you come, bring a silken rope, and I will make it into a ladder, and when it is quite ready I will get down by it, and you shall take me away on your horse.”
They agreed that he should come to her the following evening, as the old woman came in the day time. So the witch knew nothing of all this until Rapunzel said to her unwittingly, “Mother Gothel, how is it that you climb up so slowly when the King’s son is with me in only a moment?”
“O, wicked child”, cried the witch, “what is this I hear! I thought I had hidden you from the world, and you have betrayed me!” In her anger, she seized Rapunzel by her beautiful hair, struck her several times with her left hand, and then grasping a pair of shears in her right – snip, snap - the beautiful locks lay on the ground. And because she had come to understand that she could not keep the girl close and prevent her from causing harm, she took Rapunzel and put her in a waste and deserted palace, where she lived in great woe and misery.
The same day on which she took Rapunzel away she went back to the tower and made fast the severed locks of hair to the window-hasp, and the King’s son came and cried, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”
Then she let the hair down, and the King’s son climbed up, but instead of his dearest Rapunzel he found the witch looking at him with wicked glittering eyes.
“Aha!” cried she, “you came for your darling, but the sweet bird sits no longer in the nest, and sings no more. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will see her no more. But be grateful for your soul is saved.”
The King’s son was beside himself with grief, and in his agony he sprang from the tower; he escaped with life, but the thorns on which he fell put out his eyes. Then he wandered blind through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and doing nothing but lament and weep for the loss of his dearest Rapunzel.
So he wandered several years in misery until at last he came to the desert place where Rapunzel lived. At first he heard a voice that he thought he knew, and when he reached the places from which it seemed to come, Rapunzel knew him, and fell on his neck and wept and wept for she had not seen another soul since the witch had cast her out. And when her tears touched his eyes they became clear again. The instant his sight was recovered, his vision was filled with Rapunzel’s shinning image and his soul was lost to her as his body was turned to stone.
Then the man was uneasy, and asked, “What is the matter, dear wife?” “Oh,” answered she, “I shall die unless I can have some of that rampion to eat. The man, who loved her very much, thought to himself, “Rather than lose my wife, I will get some rampion, cost what it may.”
So in the twilight, he climbed over the wall and into the witch’s garden, plucked it hastily and brought it to his wife. She made a salad of it at once, and ate of it to her heart’s content. But she liked it so much, and it tasted so good, that the next day she longed for it thrice as much as she had done before; if she was to have any rest, the man must climb over the wall once more. So he went in twilight again; and as he was climbing back, he saw, all at once, the witch standing before him, and was terribly frightened, as she cried with angry eyes, “How dare you climb over into my garden like a thief and steal my rampion! It shall be the worse for you!”
“Oh,” answered he, “be merciful rather than just; I have only done it through necessity; for my wife saw your rampion out of the window, and became possessed with so great a longing that she would have died if she could not have had some to eat.”
Then the witch said, “If it is all as you saw, you may have as much rampion as you like, on one condition- the child that will come into the world must be given to me. You have poisoned her with your theft of the herb. Your child will be beautiful beyond all imagining, but she can never live among normal folk.
In his distress of mind the man promised everything; and when the time came and the child was born, the witch appeared , and giving the child the name Rapunzel (which is the same as rampion), she took it away with her.
As the witch had promised, Rapunzel was the most beautiful child in the world, but the rampion had poisoned the girl’s soul and cursed her with the gaze of the gorgon, so that any man who looked upon her would instantly be turned into stone. When she was twelve, in order to protect the world from the child’s evil gaze, the witch shut her up in a tower in the midst of the woods. But the child would sing her sweet song to passers-by so that she could drink their souls, leaving behind only a stony shell, and so the witch sealed all the doors leaving only a small window at the top of the tower. When the witch wished to be let in, she would stand below and cry, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
Rapunzel had beautiful long hair that shone like gold. When she heard the voice of the witch she would undo the fastening of the upper window, unbind plaits of her hair, and let it down the twenty feet below, and the witch would climb up by it.
After they had lived thus for a few years it happened that as the King’s son was riding through the wood, he came to the tower; and as he drew near he heard a voice singing so sweetly that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel, once more casting her song upon the wind to lure in travelers. The King’s son wished to go in to her and sought to find a door in the tower, but there was none. So he rode home, but the song had entered into his heart, and every day he went into the wood and listened.
Once, as he was standing there under a tree, he saw the witch come up, and listened while she called out, “Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”
Then he saw how Rapunzel let down her long tresses, and how the witch climbed up by them and went in to her, and he said to himself, “Since that is the ladder, I will climb it, and seek my fortune.” And the next day, as soon as it began to grow dusk, he went to the tower and cried, “Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” And she let down her hair and the King’s son climbed up.
Rapunzel thought first to devour the soul of the young man, but in him she saw means of escaping from her stony prison and so as the King’s son entered, the evil girl hid her face behind a screen. The King’s son spoke to her kindly told her how her singing had entered his heart, so that he would have no peace until he could be with her. He asked her to be his wife and she agreed saying, “I would willingly go with you, but I do not know how I should get out. When you come, bring a silken rope, and I will make it into a ladder, and when it is quite ready I will get down by it, and you shall take me away on your horse.”
They agreed that he should come to her the following evening, as the old woman came in the day time. So the witch knew nothing of all this until Rapunzel said to her unwittingly, “Mother Gothel, how is it that you climb up so slowly when the King’s son is with me in only a moment?”
“O, wicked child”, cried the witch, “what is this I hear! I thought I had hidden you from the world, and you have betrayed me!” In her anger, she seized Rapunzel by her beautiful hair, struck her several times with her left hand, and then grasping a pair of shears in her right – snip, snap - the beautiful locks lay on the ground. And because she had come to understand that she could not keep the girl close and prevent her from causing harm, she took Rapunzel and put her in a waste and deserted palace, where she lived in great woe and misery.
The same day on which she took Rapunzel away she went back to the tower and made fast the severed locks of hair to the window-hasp, and the King’s son came and cried, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”
Then she let the hair down, and the King’s son climbed up, but instead of his dearest Rapunzel he found the witch looking at him with wicked glittering eyes.
“Aha!” cried she, “you came for your darling, but the sweet bird sits no longer in the nest, and sings no more. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will see her no more. But be grateful for your soul is saved.”
The King’s son was beside himself with grief, and in his agony he sprang from the tower; he escaped with life, but the thorns on which he fell put out his eyes. Then he wandered blind through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and doing nothing but lament and weep for the loss of his dearest Rapunzel.
So he wandered several years in misery until at last he came to the desert place where Rapunzel lived. At first he heard a voice that he thought he knew, and when he reached the places from which it seemed to come, Rapunzel knew him, and fell on his neck and wept and wept for she had not seen another soul since the witch had cast her out. And when her tears touched his eyes they became clear again. The instant his sight was recovered, his vision was filled with Rapunzel’s shinning image and his soul was lost to her as his body was turned to stone.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Snow-white and the Seven Zombies
It was the middle of winter, and the snow-flakes were falling like feathers from the sky, and a Queen sat at her window working, on an embroidery-frame of ebony. As she worked, gazing at times out on the snow, she pricked her finger, and there fell from it three drops of blood on the snow. And when she saw how bright red it looked, she said to herself, “Oh that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the embroidery frame!”
Not very long after she had a daughter, with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony, and she was named Snow-white. When she was born, the Queen died. And the king was forced to cut off her head and burn her brain to ensure that she did not rise as one of the undead.
After a year had gone by the King took another wife, a beautiful woman, but proud and overbearing, and she could not bear to be surpassed in beauty by anyone. She had a magic looking glass, and she used to stand before it, and look in it, and say,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the looking glass would answer,
“You are the fairest of them all.”
And she was contented, for she knew that the looking glass told the truth.
Now, Snow-white was growing prettier and prettier, and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and far more so than the Queen herself. So one day, when the Queen went to the mirror and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
It answered,
“Queen, you are full fair, ‘tis true,
But Snow-white fairer is than you.”
This gave the Queen a great shock, and she became yellow and green with envy, and from that hour her heart turned against Snow-white, and she hated her. And envy and pride like ill weeds grew in her heart every day, until she had no peace day or night. At last she sent for a zombie hunter, and said, “Take the child into the woods so that I may set eyes on her no more. You must put her to death and bring me her brain as a token so that I may see it destroyed.”
The zombie hunter consented, and lead her away; but when he drew his cutlass to remove her head, she began to weep and to say, “Oh, dear zombie hunter, do not take my life; I will go away into the wild wood and never come home again.”
And as she was so lovely the zombie hunter had pity on her, and said, “Away with you then, poor child”; for he thought that the zombies within the wood would quickly catch her and rend her limb from limb, and it was as if a stone had been rolled away from his heart when he did not put her to death. Just at that moment, a zombie passed by, so he caught it and cracked open its rotting skull to remove it’s brain, he brought it to the Queen for a token. And she gripped the bloody mass in her hands, and the wicked woman ate it whole as the blood dripped between her fingers, thinking that was the end of Snow-white.
Now when the poor child found herself quite alone in the wild woods, she felt full of terror, even of the very leaves on the trees as the wood was full of voracious zombies hungry for the brains of a young girl, and she did not know what to do for fright. Then she began to run over the sharp stones and through the thorn bushes and the zombies ran after her, but they could not catch her. She ran as long as her feet would carry her; and when the evening drew near she came to a little house, and she went inside to rest. Everything there was very small, but as pretty as possible. There stood the little table ready laid and covered with a white cloth, and seven little plates, and seven little knives and forks, and drinking cups. By the wall stood seven little beds, side by side, with white quilts covered with a thin layer of dust as though they had not been slept in for ages. Snow-white, being very hungry and thirsty, ate from each plate a little of the dark red meat, and drank out of each cup a drop of wine, which was thick and salty like no wine she had ever tasted. After that, she felt so tired that she lay down on one of the beds, but it did not seem to suit her, one was too long, another too short, one slightly stained as though someone had spilled upon it drops of the strange wine; but at last the seventh was quite right and was not soiled by wine or dust; and so she lay down upon it, committed herself to Heaven, and fell asleep.
When it was quite dark, the masters of the house came shuffling home. They were seven zombies, whose previous occupation had been to dig underground among the mountains, but who now occupied their time by devouring the flesh of travelers who wandered lost in the nearby woods and mountains. When they entered their home, the strange sense drove them led them to understand that someone must have been in, as everything was not in the same order in which they left it.
The first sniffed about the chairs at the tiny table.
The second and third ran their hands through the raw meat on the little plates.
The fourth and fifth licked the blood from the rims of the cups.
The sixth, looking round, saw a hollow in his long abandoned bed and let out a long suffering groan which summoned over the other zombies. When the others saw their own abandoned beds they matched the cries of the sixth zombie.
But when the seventh zombie looked at his bed, he saw little Snow-white lying there asleep. He grunted to the others, and crept towards the sleeping figure determined to be the first to tear into her warm and tender flesh. However when they saw her face, their eyes flashed life and joy for the first time since their deaths generations before and they did not wake her, but let her sleep on. And the seventh zombie wandered the night with his comrades, feeding off of lost travelers, until the night had passed.
When it was morning, and Snow-white awoke and saw the seven zombies, she was very frightened; but they seemed quite friendly and they listened to her as she talked. She related to them how her step-mother had wished her to be put to death, and how the zombie hunter had spared her life, and how she had run the whole day long until at last she had found their little house.
Then the zombies moaned mournfully and Snow-white felt that they were asking her to stay with them and she took it upon herself to keep house for them, to clean up when they dragged bloody corpses through the tiny home, and make the beds, and sew and knit, and keep everything tidy; and they kept her safe from the other creatures wandering the dark forest.
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In the morning, the zombies went to the mountain as they always did and returned in the evening when Snow-white would dismember the recently killed humans so that the zombies could eat their supper. All day long, the maiden was left alone and the good little zombies conveyed to her that she should beware of her step-mother and to let no one into the house.
Now the Queen, having eaten Snow-white’s brain, as she supposed, felt quite sure that now she was the first and fairest and so she came to her mirror and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the glass answered,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
Then she was very angry, for the glass always spoke the truth, and she knew that the zombie hunter must have deceived her, and that Snow-white must have still been living. And she thought and thought of how she could manage to make an end of her, for as long as she was not the fairest in the land, envy left her no rest. At last she thought of a plan; she painted her face and dressed herself like an old peddler woman, so that no one would have known her. In this disguise she went across the seven mountains, avoiding zombies along the way, until she came to the house of the seven zombies, and she knocked at the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels!”
Snow-white peeped out of the window and cried, “Good Lady, be still. I will let you enter and save you.”
“Thank you,” answered she, “I will make you a present of these laces”, and she held up a piece that was woven of variegated silk.
“I need not be afraid of letting this in this good woman”, thought Snow-white, and she unbarred the door and accepted the pretty lace.
“What a figure you are child!” said the old woman, “come and let me lace you properly for once.”
Snow-white suspecting nothing, stood up before her and let her lace her with the new lace; but the old woman laced so quickly and tightly that it took Snow-white’s breath away, and she fell down as dead.
“Now you have done with being the fairest,” said the old woman as she hastened away.
Not long after that, towards evening, the seven zombies came home and saw their dear Snow-white lying on the ground without life or motion; they raised her up- preparing to feast upon her still warm skin, but the girl’s lacings prevented the ravenous zombies acess to the soft warm innards they enjoyed and they ripped the laces in two; then she began to draw breath and slowly returned to life. The zombies, seeing Snow-white revived, resolved not to eat her as they had become quite fond of her presence among them. When Snow-white recounted the tale of what had happened, she was shocked to realize that the old peddler woman was none other than the wicked queen and the seven deadened pairs of zombie eyes seemed to agree. Snow-white promised herself to be more careful in the future.
And when the wicked woman got home she went to her glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And it answered as before,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
When she heard that, she was so struck with surprise that all the blood left her heart, for she knew that Snow-white must still be living.
“But now,” said she, “I will think of something that will be her ruin.” And by witchcraft she made a poisoned comb. Then dressed herself up to look like a young girl. So she went across the seven mountains and came to the house of the seven zombies, and knocked at the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels!”
Snow-white looked out and said, “Go away, I must not let anybody in.”
“But please, Lady! Look!” said the young girl, taking the bloody stump of her ruined arm and holding it up. “If you do not let me in, I shall surely perish.” And so Snow-white was persuaded to open the door, and after she tended the young girl’s wounds, the girl produced the poison comb and said, “Now, for once, your hair shall be properly combed.”
Poor Snow-white, thinking no harm, let the young girl do as she would, but no sooner was the comb put in her hair than the poison began to work, and poor Snow-white fell down senseless.
“Now, you paragon of beauty,” the wicked woman said in the voice of the little girl, “this is the end of you,” and went off. By good luck it was now near evening, and the seven little zombies came home. When they saw Snow-white lying on the ground as dead they moved directly to eat her, and as the first zombie grabbed her hair in order to bite the smooth skin of her neck, out fell the poisoned comb. No sooner had the comb been drawn out than Snow-white came to herself, and related all that had passed. Again Snow-white realized that the young girl had been the wicked queen in disguise and she vowed never again to let anyone in at the door.
And the Queen went home and stood before the looking-glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the looking-glass answered as before,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
When she heard the looking-glass speak thus she trembled and shook with anger. “Snow-white shall die”, cried she, “though it should cost me my own life”.
And then she went to a secret lonely chamber, where no one was likely to come, and there she made a poisonous apple. It was beautiful to look upon, being white with red cheeks, so that anyone who would see it must long for it, but whoever ate even a little bit of it must fall under the curse of the walking dead. When the apple was ready she painted her face and clothed herself like a peasant woman, and went across the seven mountains to the home of the zombies. And when she knocked on the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels”, Snow-white would not open the door.
“All right” answered the woman, “but please, spare me a drink of water so that I may run on! I will give you this apple in return for your kindness.”
Snow-white was wary of the woman, but could not let her continue on without at least offering a drink of water. When she returned with the cup, the woman said to her, “I see you are afraid of poison. Look here, I will cut the apple in two pieces; you shall have the red side, and I will have the white one.”
For the apple was so cunningly made, that all the poison was in the rosy half of it. Snow-white longed for a piece of the beautiful apple, and as she saw the peasant woman eating a piece of it she could no longer refrain, but stretched out her hand and took the poisoned half. But no sooner had she taken a morsel of it into her mouth than she fell to the earth as dead. And the Queen, casting on her a terrible glance laughed aloud and cried, “As white as snow, as red as blood, as black as ebony! This time the zombies will not be able to bring you back to life again.”
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And when she went home and asked the looking-glass,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
At last it answered,
“You are the fairest now of all.”
Then her envious heart has peace, as much as an envious heart can have.
The zombie, when they came home in the evening, found Snow-white lying on the ground , and there came no breath out of her mouth, and she smelled as one of the undead. They lifted her up , sought if anything poisonous was to be found, cut her laces, combed her hair, washed her face with water and wine, but all was to no avail, the poor child seemed as dead, and would remain as dead. And they made a coffin of clear glass, so as to be looked into from all sides, and they laid her in it, and wrote her name upon it in gold letters, and that she was a King’s daughter. They laid her coffin on a bier, and sat all seven of them round it. And the birds came too and mourned for Snow-white, first an owl, then a raven, and lastly, a dove.
And when they would have buried her, hoping she would rise as the undead, a King’s son rode through the wood and up the zombie’s house which was near it. He had seen upon the mountain the coffin and beautiful Snow-white within it and read what was written in gold letters upon it. Then he said to the zombies, “Let me have the coffin and I will give you whatever you like in return.”
But the zombies had waited for days beside the coffin and were overcome by blood lust and attacked the prince and his men and would not part with the coffin for all the gold in the world. But again he pleaded with the attacking zombies, “I beseech you to give it to me, for I cannot live without looking upon Snow-white; if you consent I will provide you with fresh meat to devour and care for you as if you were my brethren.”
When he spoke so well in the face of certain death, the little zombies took pity upon him and gave him the coffin, and the King’s son, and those servants not devoured by the zombies, carried the coffin away on their shoulders. Now it happened that as they were going along they stumbled over a bush, and with the shaking the bit of poisoned apple flew out of her throat. And because Snow-white never swallowed the poison of the apple, it was not long before she opened her eyes, threw up the cover of the coffin, and sat up, completely alive and well.
“Oh dear! Where am I?” cried she.
The King’s son answered, full of joy. “You are with me”, and relating all that had happened he said, “I would rather have you with me than anything in the world; come with me to my father’s castle and you shall be my bride.”
And Snow-white was kind, and went with him, and their wedding was held with much pomp and great splendor.
But Snow-white’s wicked step mother was also bidden to the feast, and when she had dressed herself in beautiful clothes, she went to the looking-glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
The looking-glass answered,
“O, Queen, although you are of beauty rare,
The young bride is a thousand times more fair.”
Then she raged and cursed and was beside herself with disappointment and anger. First she thought she would not go to the wedding; but then she felt she should have no peace until she went and saw the bride. And when she saw her, she knew her for Snow-white, and could not stir from her seat for anger and terror. When the zombies, who had come to the wedding as honored guests, saw the wicked queen, they knew her for what she was, and immediately set upon her, tearing her limb from limb. And the prince and his bride lived happily ever after.
The End
Not very long after she had a daughter, with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony, and she was named Snow-white. When she was born, the Queen died. And the king was forced to cut off her head and burn her brain to ensure that she did not rise as one of the undead.
After a year had gone by the King took another wife, a beautiful woman, but proud and overbearing, and she could not bear to be surpassed in beauty by anyone. She had a magic looking glass, and she used to stand before it, and look in it, and say,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the looking glass would answer,
“You are the fairest of them all.”
And she was contented, for she knew that the looking glass told the truth.
Now, Snow-white was growing prettier and prettier, and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and far more so than the Queen herself. So one day, when the Queen went to the mirror and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
It answered,
“Queen, you are full fair, ‘tis true,
But Snow-white fairer is than you.”
This gave the Queen a great shock, and she became yellow and green with envy, and from that hour her heart turned against Snow-white, and she hated her. And envy and pride like ill weeds grew in her heart every day, until she had no peace day or night. At last she sent for a zombie hunter, and said, “Take the child into the woods so that I may set eyes on her no more. You must put her to death and bring me her brain as a token so that I may see it destroyed.”
The zombie hunter consented, and lead her away; but when he drew his cutlass to remove her head, she began to weep and to say, “Oh, dear zombie hunter, do not take my life; I will go away into the wild wood and never come home again.”
And as she was so lovely the zombie hunter had pity on her, and said, “Away with you then, poor child”; for he thought that the zombies within the wood would quickly catch her and rend her limb from limb, and it was as if a stone had been rolled away from his heart when he did not put her to death. Just at that moment, a zombie passed by, so he caught it and cracked open its rotting skull to remove it’s brain, he brought it to the Queen for a token. And she gripped the bloody mass in her hands, and the wicked woman ate it whole as the blood dripped between her fingers, thinking that was the end of Snow-white.
Now when the poor child found herself quite alone in the wild woods, she felt full of terror, even of the very leaves on the trees as the wood was full of voracious zombies hungry for the brains of a young girl, and she did not know what to do for fright. Then she began to run over the sharp stones and through the thorn bushes and the zombies ran after her, but they could not catch her. She ran as long as her feet would carry her; and when the evening drew near she came to a little house, and she went inside to rest. Everything there was very small, but as pretty as possible. There stood the little table ready laid and covered with a white cloth, and seven little plates, and seven little knives and forks, and drinking cups. By the wall stood seven little beds, side by side, with white quilts covered with a thin layer of dust as though they had not been slept in for ages. Snow-white, being very hungry and thirsty, ate from each plate a little of the dark red meat, and drank out of each cup a drop of wine, which was thick and salty like no wine she had ever tasted. After that, she felt so tired that she lay down on one of the beds, but it did not seem to suit her, one was too long, another too short, one slightly stained as though someone had spilled upon it drops of the strange wine; but at last the seventh was quite right and was not soiled by wine or dust; and so she lay down upon it, committed herself to Heaven, and fell asleep.
When it was quite dark, the masters of the house came shuffling home. They were seven zombies, whose previous occupation had been to dig underground among the mountains, but who now occupied their time by devouring the flesh of travelers who wandered lost in the nearby woods and mountains. When they entered their home, the strange sense drove them led them to understand that someone must have been in, as everything was not in the same order in which they left it.
The first sniffed about the chairs at the tiny table.
The second and third ran their hands through the raw meat on the little plates.
The fourth and fifth licked the blood from the rims of the cups.
The sixth, looking round, saw a hollow in his long abandoned bed and let out a long suffering groan which summoned over the other zombies. When the others saw their own abandoned beds they matched the cries of the sixth zombie.
But when the seventh zombie looked at his bed, he saw little Snow-white lying there asleep. He grunted to the others, and crept towards the sleeping figure determined to be the first to tear into her warm and tender flesh. However when they saw her face, their eyes flashed life and joy for the first time since their deaths generations before and they did not wake her, but let her sleep on. And the seventh zombie wandered the night with his comrades, feeding off of lost travelers, until the night had passed.
When it was morning, and Snow-white awoke and saw the seven zombies, she was very frightened; but they seemed quite friendly and they listened to her as she talked. She related to them how her step-mother had wished her to be put to death, and how the zombie hunter had spared her life, and how she had run the whole day long until at last she had found their little house.
Then the zombies moaned mournfully and Snow-white felt that they were asking her to stay with them and she took it upon herself to keep house for them, to clean up when they dragged bloody corpses through the tiny home, and make the beds, and sew and knit, and keep everything tidy; and they kept her safe from the other creatures wandering the dark forest.
In the morning, the zombies went to the mountain as they always did and returned in the evening when Snow-white would dismember the recently killed humans so that the zombies could eat their supper. All day long, the maiden was left alone and the good little zombies conveyed to her that she should beware of her step-mother and to let no one into the house.
Now the Queen, having eaten Snow-white’s brain, as she supposed, felt quite sure that now she was the first and fairest and so she came to her mirror and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the glass answered,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
Then she was very angry, for the glass always spoke the truth, and she knew that the zombie hunter must have deceived her, and that Snow-white must have still been living. And she thought and thought of how she could manage to make an end of her, for as long as she was not the fairest in the land, envy left her no rest. At last she thought of a plan; she painted her face and dressed herself like an old peddler woman, so that no one would have known her. In this disguise she went across the seven mountains, avoiding zombies along the way, until she came to the house of the seven zombies, and she knocked at the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels!”
Snow-white peeped out of the window and cried, “Good Lady, be still. I will let you enter and save you.”
“Thank you,” answered she, “I will make you a present of these laces”, and she held up a piece that was woven of variegated silk.
“I need not be afraid of letting this in this good woman”, thought Snow-white, and she unbarred the door and accepted the pretty lace.
“What a figure you are child!” said the old woman, “come and let me lace you properly for once.”
Snow-white suspecting nothing, stood up before her and let her lace her with the new lace; but the old woman laced so quickly and tightly that it took Snow-white’s breath away, and she fell down as dead.
“Now you have done with being the fairest,” said the old woman as she hastened away.
Not long after that, towards evening, the seven zombies came home and saw their dear Snow-white lying on the ground without life or motion; they raised her up- preparing to feast upon her still warm skin, but the girl’s lacings prevented the ravenous zombies acess to the soft warm innards they enjoyed and they ripped the laces in two; then she began to draw breath and slowly returned to life. The zombies, seeing Snow-white revived, resolved not to eat her as they had become quite fond of her presence among them. When Snow-white recounted the tale of what had happened, she was shocked to realize that the old peddler woman was none other than the wicked queen and the seven deadened pairs of zombie eyes seemed to agree. Snow-white promised herself to be more careful in the future.
And when the wicked woman got home she went to her glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And it answered as before,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
When she heard that, she was so struck with surprise that all the blood left her heart, for she knew that Snow-white must still be living.
“But now,” said she, “I will think of something that will be her ruin.” And by witchcraft she made a poisoned comb. Then dressed herself up to look like a young girl. So she went across the seven mountains and came to the house of the seven zombies, and knocked at the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels!”
Snow-white looked out and said, “Go away, I must not let anybody in.”
“But please, Lady! Look!” said the young girl, taking the bloody stump of her ruined arm and holding it up. “If you do not let me in, I shall surely perish.” And so Snow-white was persuaded to open the door, and after she tended the young girl’s wounds, the girl produced the poison comb and said, “Now, for once, your hair shall be properly combed.”
Poor Snow-white, thinking no harm, let the young girl do as she would, but no sooner was the comb put in her hair than the poison began to work, and poor Snow-white fell down senseless.
“Now, you paragon of beauty,” the wicked woman said in the voice of the little girl, “this is the end of you,” and went off. By good luck it was now near evening, and the seven little zombies came home. When they saw Snow-white lying on the ground as dead they moved directly to eat her, and as the first zombie grabbed her hair in order to bite the smooth skin of her neck, out fell the poisoned comb. No sooner had the comb been drawn out than Snow-white came to herself, and related all that had passed. Again Snow-white realized that the young girl had been the wicked queen in disguise and she vowed never again to let anyone in at the door.
And the Queen went home and stood before the looking-glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
And the looking-glass answered as before,
“Queen, thou art still of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
With seven dead and little men
Is a thousand times more fair.”
When she heard the looking-glass speak thus she trembled and shook with anger. “Snow-white shall die”, cried she, “though it should cost me my own life”.
And then she went to a secret lonely chamber, where no one was likely to come, and there she made a poisonous apple. It was beautiful to look upon, being white with red cheeks, so that anyone who would see it must long for it, but whoever ate even a little bit of it must fall under the curse of the walking dead. When the apple was ready she painted her face and clothed herself like a peasant woman, and went across the seven mountains to the home of the zombies. And when she knocked on the door and cried, “Save me! Save me! For the zombies are at my heels”, Snow-white would not open the door.
“All right” answered the woman, “but please, spare me a drink of water so that I may run on! I will give you this apple in return for your kindness.”
Snow-white was wary of the woman, but could not let her continue on without at least offering a drink of water. When she returned with the cup, the woman said to her, “I see you are afraid of poison. Look here, I will cut the apple in two pieces; you shall have the red side, and I will have the white one.”
For the apple was so cunningly made, that all the poison was in the rosy half of it. Snow-white longed for a piece of the beautiful apple, and as she saw the peasant woman eating a piece of it she could no longer refrain, but stretched out her hand and took the poisoned half. But no sooner had she taken a morsel of it into her mouth than she fell to the earth as dead. And the Queen, casting on her a terrible glance laughed aloud and cried, “As white as snow, as red as blood, as black as ebony! This time the zombies will not be able to bring you back to life again.”
And when she went home and asked the looking-glass,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
At last it answered,
“You are the fairest now of all.”
Then her envious heart has peace, as much as an envious heart can have.
The zombie, when they came home in the evening, found Snow-white lying on the ground , and there came no breath out of her mouth, and she smelled as one of the undead. They lifted her up , sought if anything poisonous was to be found, cut her laces, combed her hair, washed her face with water and wine, but all was to no avail, the poor child seemed as dead, and would remain as dead. And they made a coffin of clear glass, so as to be looked into from all sides, and they laid her in it, and wrote her name upon it in gold letters, and that she was a King’s daughter. They laid her coffin on a bier, and sat all seven of them round it. And the birds came too and mourned for Snow-white, first an owl, then a raven, and lastly, a dove.
And when they would have buried her, hoping she would rise as the undead, a King’s son rode through the wood and up the zombie’s house which was near it. He had seen upon the mountain the coffin and beautiful Snow-white within it and read what was written in gold letters upon it. Then he said to the zombies, “Let me have the coffin and I will give you whatever you like in return.”
But the zombies had waited for days beside the coffin and were overcome by blood lust and attacked the prince and his men and would not part with the coffin for all the gold in the world. But again he pleaded with the attacking zombies, “I beseech you to give it to me, for I cannot live without looking upon Snow-white; if you consent I will provide you with fresh meat to devour and care for you as if you were my brethren.”
When he spoke so well in the face of certain death, the little zombies took pity upon him and gave him the coffin, and the King’s son, and those servants not devoured by the zombies, carried the coffin away on their shoulders. Now it happened that as they were going along they stumbled over a bush, and with the shaking the bit of poisoned apple flew out of her throat. And because Snow-white never swallowed the poison of the apple, it was not long before she opened her eyes, threw up the cover of the coffin, and sat up, completely alive and well.
“Oh dear! Where am I?” cried she.
The King’s son answered, full of joy. “You are with me”, and relating all that had happened he said, “I would rather have you with me than anything in the world; come with me to my father’s castle and you shall be my bride.”
And Snow-white was kind, and went with him, and their wedding was held with much pomp and great splendor.
But Snow-white’s wicked step mother was also bidden to the feast, and when she had dressed herself in beautiful clothes, she went to the looking-glass and said,
“Looking glass upon the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”
The looking-glass answered,
“O, Queen, although you are of beauty rare,
The young bride is a thousand times more fair.”
Then she raged and cursed and was beside herself with disappointment and anger. First she thought she would not go to the wedding; but then she felt she should have no peace until she went and saw the bride. And when she saw her, she knew her for Snow-white, and could not stir from her seat for anger and terror. When the zombies, who had come to the wedding as honored guests, saw the wicked queen, they knew her for what she was, and immediately set upon her, tearing her limb from limb. And the prince and his bride lived happily ever after.
The End
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Birds...3
You are right,” he says, and the world screeches to a halt. Time stops, as frozen as the world outside, as frozen as her heart, as frozen as her soul. She knew this moment would come- had been waiting for it, desiring it, fearing it. And now it was here.
“You are right”, he says, “it is getting far too cold, and maybe waiting wasn’t worth it but didn’t they have to try? Didn’t they have a right to hope for spring? To hope their happiness would last? Didn’t I”?
Celeste raised her eyes to those of the man she loved. In them she saw the mate to each of her own rampaging emotions: love, fear, betrayal, hurt, sadness, and felt a pang as, once again, she realized the full extent of her entrapment. Michael was the other half of her soul, he was the missing piece of her- that separate part that made her whole. He was utterly perfect for her, utterly perfect, and utterly wrong.
“Goodbye Michael,” she said as she turned her back to go. “I love you so much, but I have to go. I can’t be with you like this. It will only breed regret and I don’t want to live with regret.” The wind pushed at her as she trudged forward, grasping at her coat tails, begging her to stay- but Michael did not move. The snow fell in thick curtains, blotting out the path, confusing direction- but Michael did not raise an argument. The chorus of blackbirds flew to her, loudly protesting her choice- but Michael stood silent in the frozen wasteland, and watched her go.
“You are right”, he says, “it is getting far too cold, and maybe waiting wasn’t worth it but didn’t they have to try? Didn’t they have a right to hope for spring? To hope their happiness would last? Didn’t I”?
Celeste raised her eyes to those of the man she loved. In them she saw the mate to each of her own rampaging emotions: love, fear, betrayal, hurt, sadness, and felt a pang as, once again, she realized the full extent of her entrapment. Michael was the other half of her soul, he was the missing piece of her- that separate part that made her whole. He was utterly perfect for her, utterly perfect, and utterly wrong.
“Goodbye Michael,” she said as she turned her back to go. “I love you so much, but I have to go. I can’t be with you like this. It will only breed regret and I don’t want to live with regret.” The wind pushed at her as she trudged forward, grasping at her coat tails, begging her to stay- but Michael did not move. The snow fell in thick curtains, blotting out the path, confusing direction- but Michael did not raise an argument. The chorus of blackbirds flew to her, loudly protesting her choice- but Michael stood silent in the frozen wasteland, and watched her go.
The Birds...2
“The birds are all dying Michael.” Celeste’s words floated on the air as cold and graceful as her dying birds. Michael cast a wary glance in the direction of the woman beside him, his eyes flicking from her inky black curls to the line of her back and stopping with the sensuous sway of her hips. In one quick glance, he took in the soft curve of her neckline, the determined set of her jaw, and the firm press of her lips. He paused in his stride and observed her cautiously, the way one views any dangerous exotic animal- fear and awe warring within him.
“They should have left months ago,” she continued, “when the cold weather set in. Now they are paying the price for it.”
Michael’s stomach knotted nervously. Celeste frightened him; he was terrified of her striking beauty, her unyielding will, and the heart numbing weakness she caused in him. Speaking around the cold hard fear slumbering in his throat he said, “Maybe that one month was worth it, Celeste.”
She rounded on him. Her dark eyes flashed with anger and something deeper, something almost hidden, something close to pain and fear. “Really Michael? A month? And it was worth what exactly? This slow death? The constant frozen grip of pain that drills to the very core, leaving nothing that hasn’t been scorched and tortured by its grasp.”
A sob escapes in a deep shudder from her chest. Her eyes well with tears, they plead for understanding. “I just can’t do it anymore.” And then she hides from him, retreats to the dark, lonely place she inhabited in the time before him- the time before love. She bows her head, ebony curls closing around her face like gates of steel. She rubs her arms self consciously, she sinks deeper into the depths of her coat.
Michael watches each tiny gesture, each vain attempt at escape and smiles softly to himself.
"You are right..."
“They should have left months ago,” she continued, “when the cold weather set in. Now they are paying the price for it.”
Michael’s stomach knotted nervously. Celeste frightened him; he was terrified of her striking beauty, her unyielding will, and the heart numbing weakness she caused in him. Speaking around the cold hard fear slumbering in his throat he said, “Maybe that one month was worth it, Celeste.”
She rounded on him. Her dark eyes flashed with anger and something deeper, something almost hidden, something close to pain and fear. “Really Michael? A month? And it was worth what exactly? This slow death? The constant frozen grip of pain that drills to the very core, leaving nothing that hasn’t been scorched and tortured by its grasp.”
A sob escapes in a deep shudder from her chest. Her eyes well with tears, they plead for understanding. “I just can’t do it anymore.” And then she hides from him, retreats to the dark, lonely place she inhabited in the time before him- the time before love. She bows her head, ebony curls closing around her face like gates of steel. She rubs her arms self consciously, she sinks deeper into the depths of her coat.
Michael watches each tiny gesture, each vain attempt at escape and smiles softly to himself.
"You are right..."
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