Home, mused John. Somewhere between himself and the grand estate before his limpid eyes, was a second home, the home he carried in the ever changing currents of his pallium. That home, he thought, was forever warm and filled with love and laughter, peace and joy; that home swirled with the smells of faith and substance, of morning brews and evening sauces, rich as big hat ranchers on the edge of the open range; that home warmed his heart in the cold reaches of space, comforted his mind in the distance of time; that home, he knew, was home more often, and perhaps, he feared, more real.
Doors opened simultaneously. Caitlin smiled, and for a few fleeting seconds, John saw only the pure moment unencumbered with the burden of future moments. Her arms opened wide like a peacock spreading train and none the less stunning. Words were cast aside as unnecessary as clothes on their wedding night. Lips melted from two into one, warmth replaced absence and the simple comb of fingers through hair, pulling and grasping, spoke in a language universally understood. Lifting Caitlin off the ground, John pirouetted in step with their childlike laughter. The universe, for this moment, ceased to exist.
Categories: Story, John Discovery, Caitlin
26 comments:
It's good to stumble upon blogs where people make an effort to write. Like winning a lottery that you didn't sign up for.
Causalien, thanks for stopping by and thanks for those kind words. I'm working hard on my writing skills. Kind words like yours are like a motivational shot in the arm. Much appreciated.
:-) So beautifully written, so too the content, and the two together make it like floating on a big cloud of marshmellow from which everything has a special warm glow.
I just love that first sentence, and I love the pure joy of the last paragraph teamed with the image, to complete it.
The whole thing is just beautiful, pure and simple, the dreamy kind :-), to use a recent word of yours.
Thank you Sweetest. I was originally planning on carrying this scene much further, but I liked the simplicity and shortness of the first three paragraphs so I decided to stop there and give the reader a sweet treat rather than a full meal. Let's call it chapter lite. :-D
Interesting, I find myself most drawn to the second paragraph and the idea that everything is an idea and so for John, he has his idea of home when he is away, but he also has his idea of home when he is at home. I like that he thinks of these things, I like his philosophical bent and I like the combination of warrior, surgeon and thinker all wrapped into one person. And, he has a kickass home too. :-D
Beautiful chapter, beautiful graphic. Coming here is always a joy as your writing is going from strength to strenght. Thanks for another really touching chapter.
Thank you Jenni. I've been focused of late in improving my writing. I almost have a field of dreams mentality, which is to say, if my writing is good enough, they will come and not only come but read. :-D
I'm not there but I think I'm heading in the right direction. Post by post, chapter by chapter, I hope to continue to improve and to earn the readers who have been so incredibly nice to me with lavish encouragment. Thanks for being one of those faithful and dedicated readers Jenni. :-)
Chapter lite. :-)
Paragraph two is the meat in the sandwich and I was drifting away on the warm feelings of homecoming, rather than the question within when I wrote the comment.
Its very good meat.
Anyway,
as said, the chapter as a whole was just beautiful, in content and the writing. The thought behind that paragraph is simple in itself, but it's what you've done with it, how you've moulded it into what is, though I didn't say it first time around, that second sentence is the most awe-inspiring.
I mean, just forget all the rest for a second and let's look at the length and all the many wonderful turns of phrase that you've packed in there, without once ever causing any kind of hiccup of confusion.
It's a wonderful chapter, a pearl.
Okay, if you want me to bend over, I'm there. :-D
By the way, fault #1 has you wearing ankle braclets with small silver bells that jingle with each step and gold highlights in your hair that sparkle like fireworks in candlelight. Just so you know. :-D
As you can see, I'm doing my best to set up future chapters, especially those that will speak to the heart in both Kyra and John. Think of these Disco chapters as laying the groundwork for gang busters to come.
Morning Dear! And I say be damned the opinion of others. I know what I know, and I know you bring home the groceries. :-D
PS we (I) need spell check in the comment section. :-)
Noted. :-D
I'm much less imaginative, I've got you looking this evening like a studious librarian (now whatever gave reason to that, I know not - must be all dem dere smart words), glasses perched on your nose, biting the tip of your tongue in contemplation, concentration and a spark of joyful light whenever you felt it come together, fingers flying across the keyboard, anticipation of putting it up on the screen for us to live through and enjoy making the corners of your mouth rise into that wonderful Rolo smile.
lol
Anyways (wish I could stop saying that, new, very annoying habit) - bring it on, you know me, I can never get enough Disco. :-) Look forward to it to what big plans you have for John. He's a presense already, a mighty one.
Oh John is a LRP on both the physical and intellectual levels, have no doubt my gold haired vixen of silver belled fame.
Now as for that image, just put a candle in my hand, tall in a small silver cup with a deep crimson robe, rich in folds and like butter to the touch. Now envision me at the foot of your bed, and my left hand on your toes, whispering "wake up sleepy head, breakfast is ready" :-D
Poppet made me say that last part. ;-)
Velvet, it has to be velvet, this robe of yours. :-)
I can think of much nicer ways to be woken than having my toes pulled, but never mind, I was starving anyway. You'll join me for breakfast of course, I insist.
Sit, make yourself comfortable. I'll serve.
Venusian velvet, I failed to mention. I would wear no less. The simple touch has been known to make Yul sigh with such lust as to even surprise Rog, so I trust it will meet your satisfaction. Imagine crimson folds so deep your fingers get lost in valleys inducing your mind to swim in tactile delight such that tingles radiate from the tips of your digits to the ends of toes and all destinations in between. Take my head in your hands and cancel all your appointments. The shaking you feel, my dear, is perfectly natural and to be expected in the arts of warm commerce. :-)
Sweet dreams when you get that far, x
For me too, liking the sound of a Sunday morning nap. :-)
May we find sweet slumber together in spirit, for in matters of the heart distance is a minor player. My soul-hand extended on the dance floor of dreams. May I have this dance, my dear?
Oh my! This is why we refer to you as a wonderful writer. :-D
Mind if I just dive right in?
And soak me up some of all that creative juice you have stored in your system just waiting to be released.
As can be seen, I'm less of a writer and more of an actor. You bring the script and I'll put on a performance that would regale any audience and leave them jumping with excitement in their seats.
It'd be an honour. :-)
Night, sweetie, x
Oh my Sweetest, be careful what you ask for. The creative juices of which you speak, well, lets just say you have only seen the tip of the iceberg. Relentless pursuit of absolute pleasure of the likes known only in the most intimate journals of princesses awaits to be written in hearts and bosoms alike. Oh, and Poppet says to add loins too. :-D
I say we start with a tango, rose optional. Waiter, fill the flutes with your finest. Tonight, we live as if the sun forever sleeps.
:-)
Carry that over and we have a champagne breakfast too. Good morning, x
I agree with Causalien. Enjoyed your blog.
Take Care
Michael
Thank you Michael. Hope to see you around again. :-)
You know, Tree, if you spread some of the sentences out in stanzas - it would make a great poem.
Jack, thanks for the wonderful compliment. :-)
Ohhh Lordy, Jack is back... ;-). You're going to leave it like that, aren't you? I want more detail, explaining what's going on while the universe doesn't exist. I'm such a hopeless romantic aren't I? Either that or a horndog... ROFL
*HUUUGS* to you and Jack!
Karen, if I published here what happened that night, it would melt your computer and mine. Lets just say it was HAWT! :-D
One of my albeit dozens of all-time favourites.
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