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And oh my longing heart to break!
Dec. 29th, 2005 01:06 pm[Here! A short story I started at two thirty in the morning when I really should have knocked myself out with a brick.]
Autumn wind smoothed too cold across her pursed lips. The skin across her knuckles paled a little for the wind-chill as her hand flexed along the neck of her guitar, the small rhythms of her fingers brushing the strings punctuating the plucked notes. Madeleine squinted into the evening, which was beginning to dim from grey to black. She had hoped – banked on, really – a fiery sunset tonight but the world had not been forthcoming with any beauty. Now, as the night covered the fields and hills of her home with coldness, there was only the hard ground beneath her legs and ankles, the relative warmth of the instrument in her lap, and the tight feeling in her throat of a story she was waiting to tell.
( Down derry down. )
Autumn wind smoothed too cold across her pursed lips. The skin across her knuckles paled a little for the wind-chill as her hand flexed along the neck of her guitar, the small rhythms of her fingers brushing the strings punctuating the plucked notes. Madeleine squinted into the evening, which was beginning to dim from grey to black. She had hoped – banked on, really – a fiery sunset tonight but the world had not been forthcoming with any beauty. Now, as the night covered the fields and hills of her home with coldness, there was only the hard ground beneath her legs and ankles, the relative warmth of the instrument in her lap, and the tight feeling in her throat of a story she was waiting to tell.
( Down derry down. )