Silence stood as midnight in winter. Distant light reflected the infinite cold of space, a fungible of hue for mood, as the vase of Yul echoed with the emptiness of a breaking heart.Seated before her mirror, her eyes soft with unshed tears, her fingers trembling with unsaid fear, she gingerly affixed the earrings. They looked out of place, which was not far from where she felt from herself. Rog had given her many gifts but none had meant as much to her as the gorgeous implements of a heart deep with sincere tenderness. And what had she done? Took that heart and crushed it under the heel of angry pride, a pride that succored nothing, warmed nothing, and contributed nothing but loneliness and frigid bitterness.
Sparkle of ear matched sparkle of eye. He was just a comm away. Mind moved. Arm didn’t. And from beauty before mirror, her heart poured forth from chest to cheek.
The Score (I Really Want You)
17 comments:
Sheer, pure, beautiful, sad, a striking piece of writing. To see Yul this way, facing herself in the mirror, facing the decisions she has made, yet unable to change them (yet) though she sees the dots as they connect. Such an beautiful image, those earrings I presume, to accompany the words. Marvellous chapter! (Love the music:)
Sunshine, you do know how to make me smile. :-)
what a beautiful fractal!
& such beautifully expressed feelings. Your's is poetry in prose...
Oh Mona, coming from you, your words humble me. Thank you. :-)
And you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart..
I knew the song, had heard the version, I read the chapter, and then I listened and read at the same time and heard something more, and if not something more, one within the other.
Not sometimes, many times, but sometimes more than others, the pages here leave me in awe. As Mona said, as others I know have said many times before, you have a poet's soul, it's in your writing and it is in your images.
God, you can write Tree !!!!!! Beautiful !!!! and a wonderful graphic to go with it ! You've got me hooked !
Came by to say hello on Monday the 10th, and see what was new with you !
Thought I could stop posting, but I can't.... My homrones gotthe best of me, I'm afraid... Somehow, I don't think you'll mind... :)
So movingly tragic... You perfectly describe that torment of ache and longing. You have an amazing gift with your words. You reach out and just enfold... Such beautiful music to accompany the post. I will never think of that song the same way again.
I agree with Autumn Storm, I am in awe...
Annie, I'm blushing from your kind words. Thank you.
As for me, I'm in Phoenix on business till Wednesday. That you have written again makes me smile, and although I can't view your site in the meeting I'm in, I'm anticipating having you all to myself a little later tonight. Wear lace and maybe some pearls. :-D
Kes, thanks for stopping by and for leaving me such a wonderfully nice comment. I've fallen in love with these characters, and Yul, in all her ups and downs, always gives me a delicious canvas upon which to paint a word or two. :-)
As for the song, this is my fave on James' new album. I saw him perform this one in concert last year, and, like most of his music, you have to see him sing to fully appreciate the depth of his conviction to the lyrics. Glad you enjoyed it. :-)
Brilliant! This is so Christmasy it puts me into a good mood immediately :D
Thank you Saffy. :-)
Hi!
Am Blunted now
(*_*)
Blunted once, Blunted forever. :-D
Good Tuesday evening Tree...
What color of lace do you want me to wear, Sugar ???
Innocent white ? Just past teenage pink ? Siren Red ? Naughty black ?
Please point it out to me in the Victoria's Secret catalogue, okay ?
And those pearls... are they wound demurely around my neck in a delicate triplicate like a Mikkimoto advertisement, or wrapped around your aroused, lubricated (fill in appropriate word here), while my hand slowly moves them up and down, up and down...
I'm evil, I know :)
Annie, white lace tonight. Black tomorrow. I want the pearls lubed and of various sizes. Just the thought of them sliding through your tight fist, each pearl popping through like the birth of turtle eggs, wet and slick, a slight sucking sound, the sound of life, of vitality, of lust and desire, yes, that is what I want to see and what I want to hear.
You are fabulous darlin'. :-)
you too, cupcake ! you too...
Thanks for the great comments that you always leave on my blog. Much appreciated !
Happy Wednesday to you, Tree !
Annie, your writing makes it easy to leave a good comment. I'm very thankful you are still posting and writing.
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