Post by Jay on Jun 16, 2007 22:39:06 GMT -5
It had been so long since she’d danced under the stars.
Arms swung weightlessly back and forth, moonlight gleaming down to shine in circular puddles at her feet, bare and loving the soft pull of the grass below. With an almost sing-song sound, her wavy hair swished back and forth along her shoulder blades, caressing with gentle fingers as the wind pushed through her, trailing faerie kisses along exposed flesh. The gauze dress clung to her body like second skin, black so’s not to offend the hissing shadows crowding around her, suffocating tight while their rotten teeth bared themselves restlessly in jealousy.
…At least, this is what her fantasy world allowed her to see and hear as she closed her eyes. In all reality, it had been a long time since she’d danced under the stars, and it would continue to be a long time, if she had anything to say about it.
She was not a crazy person. Nope, nope, not at all, thank you very much.
Sitting near the door of the coffee shop, she nodded down at her hands. “No, I’m not crazy. Just…spontaneous. And impulsive. And…erratic? No, that’s a derogatory term, isn’t it? I’m gonna have to have a little chat with my sister.”
And she was certainly not ‘hiding from the world’, as her family tended to grunt whenever she stayed in a room with them for too long.
“Very true.”
She just preferred her own company to the devious, selfish, stupid tendencies of normal society. And who were they to tell her that being on her own wasn’t healthy? Dallas was a bouncer with two kids in elementary school, Amali was a bit in the outs with the local gangbangers, Donte had mental problems of his own, and Van…well, Van was Van.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
And now that she thought of that…
Such a one-sided conversation could have continued for a good while longer, if a lone busboy hadn’t knocked into her table on his way to one sporting dirty dishes and a pile of quarters, thus scattering her thoughts to the wind.
Flipping her wavy brown hair off of her shoulders, she sighed into her coffee. A simple black dress faded away under the table, half hidden by the colorful red and blue scarf draped around her shoulders. Slim eyebrows eternally lifted in a show of irony, her thin face fell illuminated by the scant light around her. Chocolate eyes lifted from her slim hands to rest on the scattered population of the café surrounding her.
Look at them. All prim and proper; minding their own business, immersed in their own worlds. Why was it such a bad thing, to stay within one’s comfort zone? Behind those four walls, she was forever protected, forever safe. She wouldn’t have to feel, to loose those she loved.
But she had felt, and she had lost.
Oh well. At least there were the stars; the knowledge that, in the face of original sin, there were still some things that didn’t change.
Perhaps she would visit that clearing in the woods sometime. She so missed that waving dance the shadows had shown her, waving arms thrown back at angles impossible to duplicate.
They were just such show-offs that way.
Arms swung weightlessly back and forth, moonlight gleaming down to shine in circular puddles at her feet, bare and loving the soft pull of the grass below. With an almost sing-song sound, her wavy hair swished back and forth along her shoulder blades, caressing with gentle fingers as the wind pushed through her, trailing faerie kisses along exposed flesh. The gauze dress clung to her body like second skin, black so’s not to offend the hissing shadows crowding around her, suffocating tight while their rotten teeth bared themselves restlessly in jealousy.
…At least, this is what her fantasy world allowed her to see and hear as she closed her eyes. In all reality, it had been a long time since she’d danced under the stars, and it would continue to be a long time, if she had anything to say about it.
She was not a crazy person. Nope, nope, not at all, thank you very much.
Sitting near the door of the coffee shop, she nodded down at her hands. “No, I’m not crazy. Just…spontaneous. And impulsive. And…erratic? No, that’s a derogatory term, isn’t it? I’m gonna have to have a little chat with my sister.”
And she was certainly not ‘hiding from the world’, as her family tended to grunt whenever she stayed in a room with them for too long.
“Very true.”
She just preferred her own company to the devious, selfish, stupid tendencies of normal society. And who were they to tell her that being on her own wasn’t healthy? Dallas was a bouncer with two kids in elementary school, Amali was a bit in the outs with the local gangbangers, Donte had mental problems of his own, and Van…well, Van was Van.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
And now that she thought of that…
Such a one-sided conversation could have continued for a good while longer, if a lone busboy hadn’t knocked into her table on his way to one sporting dirty dishes and a pile of quarters, thus scattering her thoughts to the wind.
Flipping her wavy brown hair off of her shoulders, she sighed into her coffee. A simple black dress faded away under the table, half hidden by the colorful red and blue scarf draped around her shoulders. Slim eyebrows eternally lifted in a show of irony, her thin face fell illuminated by the scant light around her. Chocolate eyes lifted from her slim hands to rest on the scattered population of the café surrounding her.
Look at them. All prim and proper; minding their own business, immersed in their own worlds. Why was it such a bad thing, to stay within one’s comfort zone? Behind those four walls, she was forever protected, forever safe. She wouldn’t have to feel, to loose those she loved.
But she had felt, and she had lost.
Oh well. At least there were the stars; the knowledge that, in the face of original sin, there were still some things that didn’t change.
Perhaps she would visit that clearing in the woods sometime. She so missed that waving dance the shadows had shown her, waving arms thrown back at angles impossible to duplicate.
They were just such show-offs that way.
