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• 9 16 02 03 04 PM
“I’m going for a soda. Would you like another latte, Jean?” Evette’s voice lanced through the older woman’s mind abruptly. She had not realized that she’d gone rather out of her head. The two younger people had been talking, all this time, and she’d not even heard them. Her eyes were fixed on the light, shining softly off of the dull black-lacquered leg of a nearby, unoccupied table. “Jean…?” The girl followed up, her head inclining slightly with concern. Jean’s eyes finally, fully resolved Evette’s image through her glasses, and she forged a somewhat shaky smile. “No, thank you… I think I’ve had quite enough coffee for one day.” A weak laugh. Evette smiled and turned off toward the counter, weaving her way through the largely unoccupied chairs and tables that surrounded them.
Jean’s eyes locked then on the boy’s face, somewhat without reason. Kyle was so soft a thing… his face long and fair beneath well-combed and sandy locks, his eyes a blue that rivaled the cornflower her mother had grown on their windowsills throughout her childhood.
• 10 17 02 04 04 AM
Those flowers, that color, seemed to plague her. She’d grown them, too, into her adulthood. Not quite so intently as her mother had propagated the fluffy blossoms, maybe just a plant or two in her kitchen. Post a long and painful falling out with her husband of eleven years,
Also::
Fingers tried, voices all but unified
In the forest of my bones and beneath
• 10 31 02 06 04 PM
Rusted sound drifted downward from the rafters, from the lofts of those unseen faces that were watching the commons below. Laughing, and breathing in their perfumed smoke to the detriment of all.
(Fragments, all of it. The longer bit of prose is following for 'Convergence', which was posted earlier. Yadda ya. Enjoy.)
“I’m going for a soda. Would you like another latte, Jean?” Evette’s voice lanced through the older woman’s mind abruptly. She had not realized that she’d gone rather out of her head. The two younger people had been talking, all this time, and she’d not even heard them. Her eyes were fixed on the light, shining softly off of the dull black-lacquered leg of a nearby, unoccupied table. “Jean…?” The girl followed up, her head inclining slightly with concern. Jean’s eyes finally, fully resolved Evette’s image through her glasses, and she forged a somewhat shaky smile. “No, thank you… I think I’ve had quite enough coffee for one day.” A weak laugh. Evette smiled and turned off toward the counter, weaving her way through the largely unoccupied chairs and tables that surrounded them.
Jean’s eyes locked then on the boy’s face, somewhat without reason. Kyle was so soft a thing… his face long and fair beneath well-combed and sandy locks, his eyes a blue that rivaled the cornflower her mother had grown on their windowsills throughout her childhood.
• 10 17 02 04 04 AM
Those flowers, that color, seemed to plague her. She’d grown them, too, into her adulthood. Not quite so intently as her mother had propagated the fluffy blossoms, maybe just a plant or two in her kitchen. Post a long and painful falling out with her husband of eleven years,
Also::
Fingers tried, voices all but unified
In the forest of my bones and beneath
• 10 31 02 06 04 PM
Rusted sound drifted downward from the rafters, from the lofts of those unseen faces that were watching the commons below. Laughing, and breathing in their perfumed smoke to the detriment of all.
(Fragments, all of it. The longer bit of prose is following for 'Convergence', which was posted earlier. Yadda ya. Enjoy.)