“Frail, frail, frail, frail,” yelled Yul. “Damn me to hellocks. Damn it to hellocks!”“What’s wrong,” yelled back Rog, alarmed. Yul alone in the bathroom, he thought, shaking his head and rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Hang on, damn it.”
Yul stood before the mirror, nude, both hands on her left side. The soft glow from a hovering quibbian providing the only light.
“What is it hon? What’s wrong?”
With eyes crying and lips trembling she looked at Rog as helpless as an abandoned puppy. “Why me, why me, why me?”
“What hon? What are you talking about?”
“Look.” She pointed to a small blemish, a growth. Ordinarily, it would have been nothing. The fact that it was growing on the scar made it not nothing.
Rog looked.
“You see it?”
He didn’t. Yul could tell.
“Damn it Rog, you could frail the shell off a nut but you ain’t got shiott for brains. Just frailing lie and tell me you see it. How frailing hard is that.”
“Baby . . .”
“What?”
“Maybe—“
“Holy shiott, that’s funny. Maybe? Really. Maybe?”
“Let me finish. I was going say maybe we should have John take a look.”
“Yes, John,” purred Yul in a slithering sarcastic taunt.
“You know, on—“
“No, no, you’re right. I think John is just the one to place his warm educated hands on my bare skin.” Yul licked her upper lip, slowly, as her hands rode down the front of her thighs and back up to her creamy firm buttocks. Grabbing each cheek she snapped, “Call him.”
“What?”
Yul gave him the look.
“Okay, okay.”
17 comments:
Two fascinating chapters, you were right, I couldn't take it. ;-)
I'm completely immersed in the preparation room and am not sure I will ever get anything down black on white. :-D Especially on the other.
Whereas the chapter below was inspired when I took a shower yesterday and I saw all of middle C's shampoo bottles, this chapter came to mind when I got out the the shower and I noticed a bump on the scar on my face, which, by the way, is how the original growth looked. Although I didn't react quite the same way as Yul, my very first reaction was a first cousin, as in "frail me." :-D
The other difference is you would place the call yourself. :-)
Yul is so intriguing in so many ways, thoroughly contradictory at times, so controlled at times, so enslaved to a mess of emotions at others. But always she is Yul.
I'm honestly not sure why I liked this one so much, but it does have to do with in a roundabout sort of way knowing that Rog will stretch himself, past what he knows. And we know this about him, or at least the suspicion is borne from the chapter where Yul told him of her dock story.
Your dialogue is amazing in a word, so vivid, so colourful, just the words spoken envision the scene in my mind's eye, of Yul standing there, the expressions on her face, the lack of one at least in comparison on Rog's. The nut, as a said, is just classic, the other is the one that the title comes from. From the writing, there is visual and there is audio. You are a great writer. (to repeat, I know)
Any growth that shows up is scary. Just gives you a moment of terror.
Kyra, I want to make love to. Yul, I just want to frail with wild abandon on a heavy oak kitchen table with the window open and my spinster neighbor taking peeks. :-D
Annie, yes, there is that first moment of raw, unfiltered realization. As pure as the moment of orgasm, just in a different way. :-D
Your writing is breathtaking as usual, Trée. Maybe you should join "Nano" yourself ;-) It's a shame that this work isn't available in book form for the general public. I'm absolutely sure it would make some sort of SciFi/Fantasy best sellers list.
And this is the only SciFi/Fantasy that I read. (which says alot, really, about your ability to capture the attention of those who don't play in this genre as a matter of preference!)
I've not been commenting much here, Trée, even though I come by regularly to visit. You already have such indepth and superb commentary that most of the time I just feel like the best I can add would be, "Yeah, what she said!" LOL But I love reading your work.
And the fractals are gorgeous.
Grace, thanks for the kind words. November is a very unkind month for me in terms of workload and travel and so the idea of writing 50,000 words in what would effectively be about 18 days, well, I just don't see that happening. On top of that, everything I write is on this blog and I think that many words would kill the handful of readers I've got left. :-D
I think what I write works well on a blog where I can add images, audio and video commentary and explain and expound in comments, not to mention I feel a connection through the comments and without those comments (and the connection that comes from engaged exchange) I doubt seriously if I would write. To be blunt and direct, I seek connection, an interaction of minds on the field of ideas and thoughts and philosophies. That's what this story gives me, that platform to engage anyone who wants an engaged blogging experience. The story is not really about the story, it is about seeing and feeling and sharing.
As for comments, I've yet to find the topic that has exhausted itself from discussion. Each chapter has so many sides to it, we could discuss them for days and only scratch the surface. I respond to every comment made on the story and I respond in kind, which is to say, I will interact with you, the commenter in the same and equal measure that you want. Just say "wow" and I will say thank you. Leave me a tome, like Autumn often does, and I will do my best to response in an equally engaged manner. So, what I'm saying is this. I'm here to engage if you want. I'm also here to say thanks for reading and thanks for saying the very kind things you say. I am always appreciative of a kind word.
Have a wonderful weekend Grace and thanks for stopping by. :-)
I seem to have missed so much story! But your fractuals are still amazing :-)
Thank you Leigh. So nice to see you around again. :-)
This is a stunning image! Reminds me of Northern African dress...
Thanks Chicky. When I saw this one I thought jellyfish. Maybe North African Jellyfish. :-D
Trée Hi!
I'm sorry but I have become a regular lurker like Grace and sometimes, make that never I just don't have the time to get involved in comments and stuff, 3 and a half blogs to run and all that. I feel so guilty because what you have here is amazing stuff and in an ideal world I would be here all the time!!
I will try and get here more often because just look at the great writing I'm missing!!
Simon, thanks for the kind words. My blog feels out of place in the world of blogs I visit. Sometimes I wonder if the effort to create the images and write the prose is just misguided energy that would be better spent elsewhere. Without Autumn's love for the story and her wonderful engagement of the characters, I think I would have stopped posting a long time ago.
I do understand how little time bloggers have to visit and read and comment. Everyone has their own blogs (I have four that I update and try and keep fresh) and there are so many wonderful blogs out there it is hard to keep up with everyone. Feel free to lurk to your heart's content. I'll slow down the postings so that those who want to follow along won't have quite as much to follow. ;-)
And Simon, thanks for everything you do to promote Bravo. So good to see Tim returning his first result. Now that is something rather important. :-)
You have really created another world for yourself haven't you tree? :D
This yul seems like a naughty kid!
Yes, I would say Yul is a naughty Hynerian. Sometimes it's not a bad world to be in. ;-)
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