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- Jan 5, 2012
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"Priscilla." Her name waxed cherry along the dull ringing in her ears. Soft air on her cheeks, lips trembling and cracking for moisture. Light split open her eyelashes, dancing hexagons blended by harsh lines. She inhaled, and the world rushed to greet her. The sound of coughing, taste of wet tears, touch of dusty smoke. A cascade blending together and refracting off the haze shadowing her eyes.
Wide open, the city was in flames. She shut them. Flashes of imagery: Shuttle taking off from its platform, Sabetha with her motherly smile. Lacquered nails and teeth embellished, white, white, white. Haze over CoroNet, schooner cutting the waves bathed bloody by a setting sun. Kiss of panic; flicker. Sforzando piano.
Cilla, Cilla, that ringing cooed. Breathing past a runny nose, scratching soot from eyes she refused to open, she shuddered at a touch upon her shoulder. Gentle words and strange shadows. Her nose and lips contorted, lashes parted, and she cried out.
Strings wretched the hand away. Tongue clicked against teeth. Footsteps pattered away. She peeked out from a curtain of hair; she was alone. A breath escaped, shaking her to the knees. Her arms raced to cradle away the cinders and gooseflesh between the tatters of her dress.
A dainty little thing. She rose to her feet and vanished into the darkness.
Night had fallen over CoroNet, stealing from it the joy of a neon sea. Stacks of smoke billowed out instead, bastions of the despair that struck a city inflated by her own wantonness.
For Priscilla, it could only be a dream. Sabetha--come wake your child up.
Wide open, the city was in flames. She shut them. Flashes of imagery: Shuttle taking off from its platform, Sabetha with her motherly smile. Lacquered nails and teeth embellished, white, white, white. Haze over CoroNet, schooner cutting the waves bathed bloody by a setting sun. Kiss of panic; flicker. Sforzando piano.
Cilla, Cilla, that ringing cooed. Breathing past a runny nose, scratching soot from eyes she refused to open, she shuddered at a touch upon her shoulder. Gentle words and strange shadows. Her nose and lips contorted, lashes parted, and she cried out.
Strings wretched the hand away. Tongue clicked against teeth. Footsteps pattered away. She peeked out from a curtain of hair; she was alone. A breath escaped, shaking her to the knees. Her arms raced to cradle away the cinders and gooseflesh between the tatters of her dress.
A dainty little thing. She rose to her feet and vanished into the darkness.
Night had fallen over CoroNet, stealing from it the joy of a neon sea. Stacks of smoke billowed out instead, bastions of the despair that struck a city inflated by her own wantonness.
For Priscilla, it could only be a dream. Sabetha--come wake your child up.