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« on: November 13, 2009, 10:40:57 PM »
heres one i have been playing with for a while.
Gold.
Shimmering gold moving softly in the wind.
As the bewitched eye follows the brain is shocked back to consciousness by a figure standing impassively, also watching the golden tresses. For tresses they are, lost from their anchor and blowing gently across the courtyard in the light spring breeze. The figure turns away, turns their back on the corpse covered in a blanket of shimmering blonde, ignoring the fine threads of hair caught on robes soaked in blood. The woman (for the figure is female, as is the woman vacant of life sprawled across the dark stone flags) moves to a fountain in the very centre of the sheltered courtyard and begins to wash methodically. Without turning her head she adresses another, one lost in the shadows of the protecting walls, and a shadow of something else, something other.
"And so she is dead. Payment is expected by sundown tomorrow."
"It will be there."
"And you? Will you be there?"
The dark watcher does not answer, causing the woman to turn and address them directly.
"Will you be there?"
Movement indicates a nod, but in the fading light it is hard to be sure. The woman watches, waiting for any indication of a definite answer. Finally the dark one speaks again.
"At your stepmothers funeral? Of course. Perhaps the key question is, will you?"
Around the base of the fountain blood begins to pool.