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The night became stifling in its closeness, pressing hot-handedly against her like an intoxicated bar-crowd, every shadow like a careless body. The anxiety of it fell hard into her stomach, riling up a nauseous ache that reason would not easily quiet. It seemed impossible that she had somehow wandered further than she realized from town, that its lights would be occluded by the sloping hillsides, that no meandering footpath would gesture the way home. In light of that, however, some part of her mind was lifting a much stronger conviction that the oak tree she now leaned against had not been there before.
( ...to escape these surroundings? )

Current Mood: conjures nightmares!
Current Music: Reine la Belle - Faith and the Muse

[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. )

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Faith and the Muse