The door opened. A nurse bookended by two armed guards, the light between the night, filled the frame. Em stood before the window, in gown like ghost, watching the girls and their dogs. The nurse took a step. Without turning, Em raised her hand. The nurse stopped. The guards, faceless behind darkened visors, powered their weapons--click, hum. Em turned into the vibration. Weapons leveled. She raised the other hand and looked to the heavens.
"Father."
The room filled with ruby light, and what was, was no more.
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Brrrr. I can see it.
Oh, EM !
and what was, was no more.
if only I do could THAT in real life.
Nice picture
Annie and Meleah, thank you both for visiting and commenting. Always appreciated. :-)
Well, I tried.
But how can we not worry, like life, nothing is certain least of all that all will be well. These kids surely do lead a difficult existence, and though they have many enviable moments within and there are times of great happiness, their lives are uncertain, behind lies Hyneria and in front, who knows. Well, except a visit to Earth. Babbling, sorry. Reading this I think of her letters, her worries, her reasons for accompanying Von and Kyra on the mission, I see her as a quiet presence moving among the others, not all the time, but most of the time, operating on a different level somehow, not more aware or more sensitive as such than any of the others, but there is something, though again the same could be said for each character in turn, it most certainly can, endearingly delicate about her, as strong as she is and as forceful and determined and decisive as she can be. Her heart. The loving environment in which she was raised, never questioning, never any doubt that she wanted and loved and cherished has given her a open heart and the conviction not only that such unconditional love exists, as did between her parents, and between the three of them, but that to put it simply is how love should be.
Reading backwards now I noticed the tie of ghost between the two chapters, nicely done. All. Short sentences give this one an 'and then' style as events occur, cleaving it in to almost tolerable bite-size sensations of disbelief and apprehension at what is apparently unfolding. As said, very nicely done.
Ms Storm, thank you for the kind words. Never let plot get in the way of a good phrase, sentence or paragraph. :-D
If I say I am confuse would that surprise you at all? :)
Has Em been killed?
I am definitely still confused at this point to comment coherently on the plot, but, as you've stated, it doesn't get in the way of how you tell the story.
It is as beautiful as ever to read.
And the image on this one....
....whoah.
Jen and Strumper, I'll get back to more straightforward writing soon. Pardon my freewheeling imagination. :-)
Oh, my Goodness!
I LOVE and ADORE your free-wheeling imagination!!!
Don't stop!
It's just that I've been gone for so long, is all I've meant and it's MY measly li'l mind trying to get a grasp on what I've missed.
I loved reading this!
As I always do.
You are one multi-talented and, yes, imaginative man, Mr. Tree.
And you rock.
:-D :-D
Aw shucks Strumper. Come a little closer and say that. :-D
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