The news talked about the earthquake, but Ray thought about the Yeomen on Harlot. Those fellows had something pleasant going for them. There was something completely enchanting about the notion of Silver Obscurity, one of their latest releases.
The news talked about the power outages, and Minos watched avidly, but Ray was collecting the laundry and humming to herself the melody of Golden Extravagance. It was exquisite really, how she could empathise so deeply with troubles and turmoils she never endured.
It was about principle, she decided, as the newscaster voiced the concerns of the vox, and as Minos shared his unwanted opinions and high-as-a-kite philosophies about it all. Ray did the dishes and decided that it was about principle. Minos sat on that brown couch, the television buzzed and whirred on that black stand, and Ray did the dishes and listened to Minos talk epicurian.
Who could wax philosophical like that gold-eyed man? The Yeomen on Harlot could, but it was different somehow. Ray hung up the broom in the closet as Minos turned off the news. He mentioned the disparity of the governmental statement and its actions. Ray wasn't too bothered.
The principle of it was simple and, for her, a truism. Life was an inevitably that they all collectively suffered, and death was an eventuality for which they collectively prepared. Minos disagreed, but Ray couldn't care less. The Yeomen on Harlot said it best: when death comes knocking, recite it all, your house is your poetry.
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Tend Towards
General FictionThese are my entries into the Weekly Wattpad Contest by @Contests that I judge. And maybe just one or two contest entries into contests that I don't. How fun. Key: [W] Weekly Wattpad Contest [F] Writing Fury's Weekly Contest [P] Pedantic Prosody [R]...
