Saturday, November 24, 2007

382. Quirt Me



Overheard: Yul to Rog

quirt me big boy

then slear me as a knight slays a dragon; and upon the alter of my bosom, rest your pride warm and satisfied

7 comments:

Autumn Storm said...

You capture and enrapture within a single sentence, no wonder entire chapters are an experience, a journey. With the image included, this post however is far from short.

Sweet dreams, my favourite author. :-)

Autumn Storm said...

Sitting here thinking about the past two years and my heart honestly feels as though it is about to burst with what I can only describe as wonder and gladness, tears long since spilled as they have so many times over the course of The Story at the magnitude and supreme beauty of all you have achieved here and the very special gifts that you are blessed with. This place is paradise.

Constance said...

Good Sunday morning to you, Tree !

Trée said...

Good morning Annie. Nice to see you on the Bravo scoreboard with your first results. :-)

Trée said...

Sweetest, I hardly know what to say other than this: without you, there is no story or at least nothing that has lasted this long. Thank you for staying the course with a enduring consistency known only in dreams.

As for this chapter, sometimes you write a single sentence and you realize to write any more would be an injustice. :-D

Miladysa said...

The image could inspire a thousand stories :)

Beautiful!

Trée said...

Thank you Miladysa. I see the workings of an inner ear in this image and felt it worked well for words overheard. Perhaps it was Em and her newfound hearing that caught these private words. :-D