Author: Ox
Challenge: Rocky Road 22 (a meeting place), Chocolate Chip Mint (turbulent), Sangria 5 (The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice / An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice)
Word Count: 308
Rating: G
Story / Timeline: Untitled
Summary: Manon and Anouk wait for someone.
Notes: A prologue to the main story. More atmospheric than plot-driven. First post!
Birds and breezes carry here sweetest Sabine
She who is the eternal summer. She who
I know, and knew, and loved so sweetly. She who
loved me in return.
Anouk flipped through the screens on her iPhone. Right right. Left. Right left right. The clock at the top changed from 23:44 to 23:45. She looked up, constricted pupils blind to a sight so often seen: Manon, patient and sitting cross-legged on lifeless dirt ground. The rotted boards had long since been carried off, disintegrated, disappeared, whatever.
Anouk ran a hand through her hair. Turned off her phone. Yawned. 'I don't think anyone's coming.'
The windowless one-roomed shack, which smelled like it had been in these forests before Caesar made his first trip across the Rubicon, was still. Anouk closed her eyes. Rested her head on one propped-up hand. Began to breathe deeply, smoothly. Nearly missed Manon’s response:
'I do believe so.'
And Anouk could see Manon’s rational face bathed in leaf-dappled sun; bronzed from a weekend down at Saint-Jean-de-Luz, where she had smiled and heartily agreed to a feast of fish that smelled like sweet, roasted pine and tomatoes, and where she had fallen asleep and tamed the sun when it was at its brightest, and where bronzey hair danced with the wind as they walked along the beach. Anouk smiled.
'You can leave if you want.'
'And leave you here? Not a chance.'
'The hotel isn't that far away.'
'Yeah - and it's dark and late. I'll wait for you.'
Manon’s response was a whisper of wind stirring the verdant leaves resting on the half-gone roof.
Birds and breezes carry here sweetest Sabine
She who is the eternal summer. She who
I know, and knew, and loved so sweetly. She who
cursed me in return.
Challenge: Rocky Road 22 (a meeting place), Chocolate Chip Mint (turbulent), Sangria 5 (The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice / An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice)
Word Count: 308
Rating: G
Story / Timeline: Untitled
Summary: Manon and Anouk wait for someone.
Notes: A prologue to the main story. More atmospheric than plot-driven. First post!
Birds and breezes carry here sweetest Sabine
She who is the eternal summer. She who
I know, and knew, and loved so sweetly. She who
loved me in return.
Anouk flipped through the screens on her iPhone. Right right. Left. Right left right. The clock at the top changed from 23:44 to 23:45. She looked up, constricted pupils blind to a sight so often seen: Manon, patient and sitting cross-legged on lifeless dirt ground. The rotted boards had long since been carried off, disintegrated, disappeared, whatever.
Anouk ran a hand through her hair. Turned off her phone. Yawned. 'I don't think anyone's coming.'
The windowless one-roomed shack, which smelled like it had been in these forests before Caesar made his first trip across the Rubicon, was still. Anouk closed her eyes. Rested her head on one propped-up hand. Began to breathe deeply, smoothly. Nearly missed Manon’s response:
'I do believe so.'
And Anouk could see Manon’s rational face bathed in leaf-dappled sun; bronzed from a weekend down at Saint-Jean-de-Luz, where she had smiled and heartily agreed to a feast of fish that smelled like sweet, roasted pine and tomatoes, and where she had fallen asleep and tamed the sun when it was at its brightest, and where bronzey hair danced with the wind as they walked along the beach. Anouk smiled.
'You can leave if you want.'
'And leave you here? Not a chance.'
'The hotel isn't that far away.'
'Yeah - and it's dark and late. I'll wait for you.'
Manon’s response was a whisper of wind stirring the verdant leaves resting on the half-gone roof.
Birds and breezes carry here sweetest Sabine
She who is the eternal summer. She who
I know, and knew, and loved so sweetly. She who
cursed me in return.
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