firelight
it shone beautifully, despite the weak sunlight. a slight gleam in the soft rays. she picked it up gently, turned it round and round in her hands. this, this was her saving grace. this is what would keep her alive, for just one more day. it was the only thing she could ask for. just one more day.
they stood facing each other, swords drawn, a scowl on one face and a smile on the other. blades gleamed in the sunlight, sharp, ready to draw blood. they stared briefly into each other's eyes. a glance full of contempt, a glance full of contentment.
never mind, she said. never mind the flowers, the trees, the stars in the sky. never mind the deer or the fireflies. this was her moment. this was her destiny. never mind the world around, as pretty as it was. never mind.
it was a dismal religion, full of cold sanctuaries and sacrifices. on the alter was a fat pig and on the shrine was its skull, surrounded by candles whose flames flickered in the night, promising nothing.
it was tradition, or so they said. the gowns, the jewels, the flowers woven delicately into her hair. this would be the wedding of the century. and as the centuries passed, the jewels faded, the flowers wilted, and everything she had turned to dust before her eyes.
the celebration was for him. the banners and balloons, streamers and sex. welcome home, congratulations, you've done it, you've finally killed the child inside you. that small, sensitive innocence that made you who you were. so be one with the universe, you've shot yourself in the foot this time.
it was a gift, they said. she thought it more of a curse. to see, to hear, to feel. these senses were not hers. they didn't belong to her, didn't belong inside her head. she was drowning, lost, dying for everyone around her and they were too blind to see it. she would deteriorate, slowly, so slowly, until her end came at last as a relief.
it shone brilliantly in the sunlight. the soft rays glinted off the edges, the deep emerald almost emitting its own glow. she could use this one. she could survive for days off the cash it would bring her, feed her family for just one more blessed week.
it was huge. hairy. that was all she could think to describe the beast. it looked like a bear on steroids. was this what she had to face today? how was she to overcome this fear? battle it head on? drool dripped from its mouth, fanged teeth showing in a creepy, unsettling grin that told her everything she needed to know.
the sand was everywhere. it stretched for miles, no water in sight. dunes swept the landscape in great hills and small. the wind swept through the air, the hot breath of whatever god had led her here, to this desolation and to this despair. she was lost. she would never find her way home. and maybe that was a good thing.
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