October 28, 2010

Dawn Delight

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:38 pm by peachesteaberry

Xikone stretched, reaching for the sky as she rose up on her toes. Her back arched and she piroetted gracefully. Pelquinn smiled to himself as she giggled with delight. He cut his eyes to the men watching from outside the small corral. Two stable hands paused in their shoveling. The autioneer paused by the railing letting his arms rest on the rail as he leered. Xikone whirled faster and faster, bouncing up on her toes then twirling flat footed only to rise again. Her skirt sailed through the air like wings, rising and falling to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her ankles and calves. One of the stable hands licked his lips, noticed the expression on Pelquinn’s face and paled. With a hasty elbow in the ribs he urged his partner to join him back inside the stable. Pelquinn turned back to his oathsister. Her gracefullness never failed to amaze him, even on the ground. In the air she was a creature of unbelievable beauty. That beauty hid a capacity for ruthless violence that few suspected. She was every bit his equal in battle when she was airborne. He glanced around once more. Then he pulled his blade from its sheath. Leaning back against the tool shed, he pulled a whetstone and small flask of oil. He smiled as the auctioneer strolled towards the inn.


October 22, 2010


Posted in Uncategorized at 8:02 pm by peachesteaberry

Jennifer gazed at the photo. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked rapidly. The mask of indifference settled over her features. She would not share her grief with the the people sitting around her. It was hers. Hers alone. She clutched it to her. Griped it with determination. She dared not surrender it to the group. They would not understand it. Would not value it as she did. It defined her. Gave her purpose. Without it she was nothing. Useless. Without her grief she had no value to anyone. Not even herself. She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath. Slowly she exhaled. Her fingers clenched around the photo. It crinkled noisily as she balled it up. Only bits and pieces of the child she had once been peeked out. She drew in another breath and tucked her hands into her armpits as if to warm them. Her eyes opened again, gazing warily around the room. She braced herself as the woman next to her droned to a close. All eyes moved irrovocably to her, pinning her in her chair with silent expectation. Jennifer clenched her fists, crushing the photo. She stared back at them, saying nothing. Sharing nothing. Letting her endurance justify her existance.