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Alive....

I *am* alive, though my body has been trying very hard to convince me I am not. Sleeping 12 or more out of 24 hours and being very sluglike for the remainder is certainly not normal for me. But I think, just in time for another Huge Ice Storm threat, I am feeling better.

I have written a tiny little bit for the first time in well over ten days...It's more of the Willow.



Bare feet slap the cold tiles of the kitchen floor as she enters. They've made a ritual of it, he and she. Her silence and his distance combine to give shape to the coming day--to hold off the night.

She watches as he makes the toast, slicing the bread with the sharp edge of a knife that's never known blood and sliding it into the toaster with a deft shove. His hands are steady as he pours the water from kettle to pot, and then he slides into the chair across the table from her with the hiss of his cotton against the seat and the rustle of the paper to hide his face.

In any one of those moments, he might speak to her. Sometimes she thinks that behind the newsprint, he only waits for her to speak first. She knows that words would free her from ghosting through the day, but she cannot, quite, muster the will to act.

Her eyes shout to him as she butters her toast. Another beautiful early summer day has broken, and she wants to feel the wonder of it, but she hides from it instead. The toast disappears, and she watches, willing him to look at her, to make her feel something that is normal.

He won't, she knows. To look at her is as to touch her -- to give her form when there's no one waiting to catch her.

That's for the night.

Comments

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elz
Feb. 15th, 2003 10:20 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear that you're feeling a little better - hope you're fully recovered soon!

Nice snippit - I'll definitely be interested to see the whole thing once you're free of the evil illness.
chrisjournal
Feb. 16th, 2003 08:31 am (UTC)
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This flu stuff has been just *awful* Thanks for the well wishes, and well, I can only promise to keep snippeting until something is done, I think. :-)
lounge_lily
Feb. 16th, 2003 01:34 am (UTC)
This is really beautiful Chris. Well worth the wait. I like these in particular:

In any one of those moments, he might speak to her.

Her eyes shout to him as she butters her toast.

He won't, she knows. To look at her is as to touch her -- to give her form when there's no one waiting to catch her.

That's for the night.


I'm sorry to hear you weren't feeling well. Glad you're feeling better now though.



chrisjournal
Feb. 16th, 2003 08:35 am (UTC)
Re:
The crud this winter is just terrible -- whole house has been sick. But *thank* you for the kind words. You're far too nice to a slow slow slow writer!
lounge_lily
Feb. 16th, 2003 11:21 am (UTC)
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Bah! When it's this pretty, the waiting isn't *so* bad! Hope everyone is now well.
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