Trev, prone, naked and secured by ankle and wrist, swallowed the fifth sip, with a little help from Lil’s firm hand fisting his hair. Sal moved to his prostrated rear and slapped her tight and taut boy like a farmer slapping a side of beef. His flesh was warm, unlike her own species; and he had an instrument, full and ripe, alien and exotic, that seems to pulse and throb and hang with a certain sense of living heft as if his heart were in his arse rather than his chest.
Mairi sat with the quiet patience of a weary cat in a sunny window, content to let Yul sleep as long as she liked. The operation, the doctors had said, somewhat nervously, had gone better than expected. More tests would be run later, they said. So she sat and rubbed her head but succor eluded the feeling of being sunburned from the inside of her skull. Dr. X promised she would heal, fully. She still thought he was a complete bastard.
John played the signal again. Rog listened. John looked. Rog listened some more with the look of a school boy trying to convince his teacher he knew the answer when he really didn’t. John played it again. Rog, blessing his own hide, yelped for effect, and did a little dance; his eyes shown with recognition fueled by hope. John just shook his head.
Ariel crawled into Cait’s lap, the soft light of a reading lamp holding the pair in the warm repose of mother and child. Cait held back a sigh as Ariel nestled in tight to her chest, pushing her little head and primrose hair into the twin softness of living pillows. Turning the page, she read slowly, trying to lose herself in the story, trying to crowd out the anger in her heart until she heard her daughter sigh and she realized she had not turned the page for quite some time.
+My dear friend, we meet again.+
Kyra opened her eyes as one to light after many days in a cave. There was a voice, but no one was there. She looked for Em and Von but they were not there either. The room was white and rather bright, the edges fuzzy and from somewhere in her heart, she would later swear, was a taste of things past and a remembrance of things to be.
“Kieran? Is that you?”
Categories: Story, Kyra, Trev, Mairi, Yul, John Discovery, Rog, Lil’ Twilight, Ariel, Cait, Sal
14 comments:
Oh my gosh. :-)
Like standing on golden sands as the warm waves gently rush in one by one. Sighing a very audible sigh based wholly in bliss! It feels almost decadent in as much as you seem to have delivered more than one chapter usually affords. There's more here than when you have used this style before. And that is not a complaint, at all! :-D Wonderfu, wonderful chapter!
First up, love the title and the image, which though that isn't what it is reminded me of lillies, enough to bring forth the memory of their scent. Beautifully evocative, both, the title too, where perhaps it was 'pieces' that associated itself to hearts, their hearts, their lives, their destinies. Full immersion in those waves from the very beginning.
Evocative and distinctly arousing was that first part, the very scene set and the words used, either in their own right or by their direct associations. Masterfully done.
Mairi, I adore more for every thought and word that comes from her. There's her care and concern for Yul, but it's that last sentence that just makes me see all that I can of her. Such a calm, matter-of-fact statement, it's almost like those passing snippets of information that come after a movie, but that are designed to be humourous in some way. Not explained very well, but perhaps it's compounded by the relief at hearing Yul's operation went well (thank you for that update!) on top of the emotional extremeties of the previous scene that featured Mairi that this sentence is greeted by amongst other things (your superb writing to name one) a smile.
The most mysterious of the bunch is the one that features Rog and John, but in this case the very fact that we get to see these two again is some kind of wonderful. :-D Just adore the both of them, admittedly part of that is due to how handsome they both always look. Further confirmation that they are not going to give up on this rescue mission warming the heart towards them too. This one, though the quietest in the bunch, has the greatest sense of mystery about what's to come.
Gosh, but I love this chapter!
The scene between Cait and Ariel plays out like brushstrokes on canvas creating the picture bit by bit. Delightfully poignant is the part of how mother and child sit together, of Ariel wrapping herself into her mother's body, I was taken back momentarily to a particular scene I saw in a film once of a father watching his wife read to their daughter, where he commented upon how they fit. I wish I could remember the words to quote for they were so beautiful the memory of what they meant stayed with me for some 15 years though the exact words have not. There's just a certain beauty to that thought of love making two people fit together like pieces of a jigsaw, takes me instantly to every poem, song or statement that bespoke of that same perfect fit between two lovers. Not explaining myself well, but there is in short just such a beautiful sense of completeness and love in the setting of that scene. Of course as we see, Cait's mine is doing battle and so though things may appear peaceful and perfect as one looks upon the two of them sitting there, poor Cait is obviously not at ease much as she might wish for some moments of repose, even this picture-perfect time spent with her daughter was not able to grant it. Beautifully written!
The scene between the boys may have been the most mysterious in as much as it having the least information, but the one of Kyra ends with the most pressing question. Partly because it is the end, and partly because the answer one hopes is obvious, and if so, then there are treats up ahead. More importantly, there's news of Kyra, even if it answers not the question of whether she will survive taking that pill or whatever else may have befallen her since leaving Bravo. To see Kyra however, even in a scene such as this one where we cannot be sure whether she is still alive offers hope somehow that she is at least well in the most important sense (not life or death) and thus too extends to Em and Von. Strange, but true. Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking. :-)
The above was an extended version of glorious chapter! Loved it completely.
Sweet dreams, love and hugs, x
Lovely work Tree. It reminds me of a flower. He loves me... he loves me not.
well now....the images are wonderful. I rather like how you ake us back and forth from one scene to the other. It is almost like watching a movie. That's a good thing.
Sunshine, I'm wonderfully stunned at your comment. I don't believe I could have gotten a nicer gift to accompany my coffee this morning. In the word of a mutual friend--WOW! :-D
I'll be back when I have two minutes and a head that feels less like Mairi's to respond to your magnificent missal. :-)
I did want you to know that I deeply appreciate everything you wrote. See you soon. :-)
Thank you Chicky. Always a pleasure to see you stopping by. :-)
Inside, these back and forth kinda chapters are the easiest to write and I often write them, as I did here, to bring the overall story back in focus. This is one of the few times the crew has not been together or at least not working toward the same mission or end. Even in my own mind I felt the need to bring a little clarity to what was happening where, a way, so to speak, to tidy things up a bit. Glad you enjoyed this format. :-)
Sunshine, I read this chapter tonight, and it seems so very different from last night. In a word heavy. Last night light. Like mirrors, each character, each situation reflects a part of me. Trev is my prostration before fate. Yul, my self-pity. Mairi, my frustration. John, my amusement. Rog, my hope. Ariel, my innocence. Cait, my strength. And Kyra, well, Kyra has forever now and forever forward been my Love.
Coffee waiting when you're ready. :-)
Very nicely done. I love how you have covered all the aspects of the story in one short, well written chapter. Best of all, it leaves so many tantalising questions.
Thank you Jenni. It seems every time I answer one question, I create two more. :-D
I was looking at the calender (yeah! it's June!!), counted 30 days and realised 15 is exactly the middle of June. Haha, suddenly everything looks whimsical when you are free :)
Happy weekend up ahead :D
Just so you know, sleep simply isn't worth having to drink my coffee on my own. :-)
And there is such beauty within each.
Rich and seemingly limitless is your inner vision, so you have taught us on these pages (and so I have commented a time or twenty), but it is clearer still that in every aspect there is a piece of you, a well of experience and emotion, of introspection, from which the words flow. The intimate relationship between your characters and yourself is the foremost reason why they are so easily enveloped, why they are so complete, so real and so prone to inciting affection and attatchment.
Few could fill as well so many shoes. :-)
Multi-faceted and all-embracing would in one sense be wordplays on heavy. And fascinating is it that we are able to look upon events and emotions and depending on the hue we are drifting within at that moment, the same subject can awaken markedly different responses.
As said, golden sands, warm waves, piece by piece, that's how the flow through the pages feels to another. You're amazing and I adore you and each time you write a chapter you frame anew the many reasons why.
Saffy, always good to see you happy and joyful. Keep smiling. :-)
Sweetest, where would I be, where would this story be, without your undying support, encouragement and sincere interest? I'll tell you where--not written. :-D
I have coffee ready. Black. Might need to start our day with a little Mika. Put on your slippers or take them off. I'll get us started. :-D
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