Kyra stood before the window, her eyes drawn to the still image of Yul standing beside Rog. The view seemed odd in that neither Rog nor Yul were moving. He, in bed, eyes closed, still unconscious. She, standing ramrod straight, looking much like a lone sentinel, on guard, protecting him. She held his hand in hers. If one looked closely, there was an ever so slight movement, the only movement in the room. As if performing some secret spell, Yul slowly rubbed her thumb in circles on his palm. Yul was facing away from the window, her back to Kyra but the tilt of her head indicated that Yul’s eyes were watching Rog’s face and that each rotation of her thumb, the soft pressure of her subtle skin against his tanned and leathery palm, sought to transfer warmth and healing as if the friction between them would and could spark the fire of life to come back into his face. Her eyes would not wavier, would not take the chance that she might miss the first slight flutter of his eyelids, the first signal he was waking up. And so she stood. Ramrod straight; only her thumb and her thoughts in motion. From outside the window, the view might just as well been two mannequins in a store window.Categories: Story, Kyra, Yul, Rog
18 comments:
Brilliant! There is really nothing else to say on this one. As always, am over eager to see what happens next.
The perfect fractal for imagining what must be so in Kyra's head. Two mannequins in a window . . . that is how it feels at time like that, as if you have been removed from context of the universe.
You've tapped the well.
Very clever :-) First choice for most to convey that scene would have been from inside Yul's head, but this way not only does it retain that sense of privacy, and isolation, but we still get the full impact of the scene in that room. Brilliant!
Thanks Jenni. I'm rather eager to see what happens next too. Several different ways to proceed and I have not quite decided which way or how.
Morning Liz. :-)
I think we have all had the experience of being on the outside looking in, wondering if we should stay on the outside or if perhaps we should interject ourselves into the scene, which is what our ego so very much wants to do. At times we would be expected and welcomed and at others, perhaps it is best to allow two souls to have their time and space, to create their own memories. As much as Kyra would like to walk in and say hello, she senses this is one of those private moments not to be disturbed.
Hey You! I didn't post a chapter on Friday because none of the ideas for moving things forward sounded very inspiring. I woke up Saturday morning, turned on the computer, and this scene just popped into my head. I just typed it out and right away knew the fractal that fit that sense of both Kyra standing outside a window, but also could be seen as the cold lifeless blue of Rog and the living pulse of red as Yul.
I didn't want to write this one from Yul's point of view for a couple reasons. First, I just felt that as the writer and and the reader that Yul would not have wanted me in her thoughts at a time like this, and so I gave her her space to just be with Rog and be with her thoughts and hopes and prayers. In many ways, I felt like someone in a church watching someone else praying intently. Just as I would never disturb them, I didn't want to disturb Yul.
Second, I wanted to stand with Kyra and see this from that vantage point as if me and Kyra were one or I was there as her best friend so that the chapter is really about a moment shared between me and her as much as it is a moment shared between Yul and Rog. I hope that makes sense. Can you tell I really like Kyra? :-D
Wow! I went back to the last post I read before I vanished with my kidlet on vacation to catch up and not lose a bit of this story. I was thrilled to see there were lots and lots and lots of chapters just waiting to be read. Catching up with this story (and you!) has been extremely gratifying. I still have a few tears on my cheeks from a couple of those chapters. You are a master!
And...a sweet sweetie pie! ;)
~smooches~
Oliviah, good to have you back in blogland--hope and trust you had a fantabulous time with the kidlet :-)
As always, your kind words are very much appreciated. Glad to see you enjoying the story. More on the way.
Hugs and kisses my dear. :-)
I must say when you get the flow going and on a role you have it---and you have it. Along those same lines I have encountered few if any with fractals that could match yours---such a great job you do.
Shall we just say I'm in awe. :)
Waiting for the next---Oh tell Jack hello
Ooooh Ms Vickie, you make me feel like a puppy on his back, legs up and belly exposed for your warm and kind comments to rub. Flattery is good and much welcomed here by the way. :-D
Jack says hello too. He was heartbroken when I told him there would be no slumber party this weekend. Somehow, he'll get over it. :-)
Thanks Meg. That phrase, to me, painted the picture of Yul and I could have perhaps stopped there and achieved the vision of the scene. One day I will learn when to stop. :-D
That image is awesome. And you have described well the intensity of the moment between Yul & Rog as she endures the agony of waiting.
Hi Terry. You just knew I had to use this image, some how, some way. I've put up a few more on Trebuchet that will make the story sooner or later, and if not, still, some nice eye candy. :-)
"The agony of waiting." I like that since Yul is not the only one feeling that agony; that is, Mairi too is waiting at the hands of powers she cannot control. Not a pleasant feeling.
Tree, have you ever described Yul in detail (I forget), everytime he's mentioned I keep picturing him as looking like Yul Brynner.
Jack, if you click on the category link for Yul, you will find every post in which "she" is mentioned. There is one in particular, I think it might be called "Take Me" in which I think paints an interesting picture of her.
Also, I've done a sketch of her not too long ago under the post heading of "Yul Revisited."
You know, you are the second person to tell me Yul only means Yul Brynner to them. If I had known, my sweet sexy Hynerian would have gotten a different name. :-)
Omigosh, I'm so sorry, Tree, my mind must have blanked out all those references. I'm just use to thinking Yul=male. Of course, previously, the only Yul I've ever heard of was the actor but still...OK, now I totally have to change my view of the character.
I can see Yul smiling somewhere. :-)
Such an ingenious passage. Then, still.
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