Bone sits at her desk, staring across the room and out of the window. Outside, perhaps, she's looking at the lingering traces of those dancing white diamonds, fluttering on the silent breeze, or, perhaps even closer, the snaking tendrils of frost that turns her window translucent in arcane patterns.
Her elbows rest on the warm mahogany table, heated by the suspended flames flickering in the fireplace near the bookshelf. Her laced fingers obscure her lips, but the pink of them glows through softly against her pale skin.
She didn't have time this morning to touch her hair, and it hangs down her face in frenzied streaks, brushing gently against her sharp cheekbones. Her eyes are like steel - an unmoving depth of gloss and silver, glazed in her distant stare.
A sheet of white paper marks a white block on her desk, a sharp contrast to the dark mahogany. A single line of black ink streaks across its upward face, beneath the line, a single word.
Bone slowly disengages her fingers, and moves her arm to the pen. Her sleeve brushes against the wet ink, and it smears dark streaks downward.
Her eyes remain unmoving as her grip curls around the pen, and she slides it onto the sheet.
Beneath the black line, two words.
Then three.
Then, a fourth, and her poem is complete.
The fire glows brighter, and the wind starts whispering to the trees outside. Those dancing white diamonds descend into night.
While no eyes can see them, those words live and lift off the page.
- - - - - Даша,
The lines fade away.
- - - - - -- - - -- - Я
The thoughts exist.
- - - ---- - - - - --- - --- -Тебя
The feelings linger.
- - - - -- - - Люблю
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Tend Towards
Ficção GeralThese 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]...
