Sunday, October 12, 2008

569. Mine or Yours

"Von, where are we going?" asked Zoe, her chin wrapped on his shoulder, her lips whispering in his ear.

"To the chapel."

"To pray for my soul or yours?"

10 comments:

Autumn Storm said...

What a beautiful image!

The fractal as well as her chin wrapped on his shoulder.

A competition we could create here as to what Von says in response.;)
My bid would be something with a tinge of humour, couple with a vonesque smile very like the one that he bestowed upon Kyra having just wrestled with Calfuray, something that would make her believe everything had to be alright, something perhaps that might also speak to her of the lineage between father and son, and indirectly son to be born. What could say all of that?
Okay, official bid: "Plenty of time for praying later. To meet with John so we can get the frail outta here." No. :-D But then I don't have your imagination.

Short, lovely.

Trée said...

Well, I've got several options of how Von responds and what Zoe knows that led her to ask the question in the first place. And you know what? I'm not telling. :-D

Anonymous said...

That last line was chilling!

Trée said...

Meleah, wait till you see what happens next. :-D

SaffronSaris said...

I love this fractal too.
And the last line so reminds me of Anne Rice, the topics on redemption and the likes.
Thought provocating.

Trée said...

Thanks Saffy. :-)

Mona said...

they can both pray for their respective souls, after all BOTH are going there...

Or the soul of the unborn...

Trée said...

Mona, you always bring the level-headed wisdom to my table. :-)

j said...

Wow Tree. I don't know what to say except for wow.

Trée said...

Thanks Jen. :-)