Post by Ciarán Ringe on Jun 14, 2009 22:32:47 GMT -5
SLAP!!!
Her hand came hard across my cheek then she turned and ran away, crying so hard I wondered if she could even see where she was going. Not that I cared, but it was a curious thought.
I uncurled my fingers and let the strands of blonde hair drift from them, taken for a moment as they floated downward to settle on the dirt road. My fingers went to my cheek then, the skin so hot from her slap it felt feverish. My lips curled into a cruel grin. The mark she’d made was one of honor, or as close as anything came to honor for me.
Slowly I made my way up the road as well, my straight path following the crooked one she’d made. We were both going home after all. It was only her home for a little while longer, her wedding was a couple days from now. If she could find something to wear it was. What had been her wedding dress was now bedding for the neighbor’s bitch that had just given birth. I thought it a rather noble gesture for my sister, even if she hadn’t exactly known she was making it.
Whistling to myself I continued home, wondering what was for dinner.
Her hand came hard across my cheek then she turned and ran away, crying so hard I wondered if she could even see where she was going. Not that I cared, but it was a curious thought.
I uncurled my fingers and let the strands of blonde hair drift from them, taken for a moment as they floated downward to settle on the dirt road. My fingers went to my cheek then, the skin so hot from her slap it felt feverish. My lips curled into a cruel grin. The mark she’d made was one of honor, or as close as anything came to honor for me.
Slowly I made my way up the road as well, my straight path following the crooked one she’d made. We were both going home after all. It was only her home for a little while longer, her wedding was a couple days from now. If she could find something to wear it was. What had been her wedding dress was now bedding for the neighbor’s bitch that had just given birth. I thought it a rather noble gesture for my sister, even if she hadn’t exactly known she was making it.
Whistling to myself I continued home, wondering what was for dinner.