Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Meadow Crossing, Part 3 (Fiction)

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       Amanda pressed her hand to the pages. She smoothed them hard in frustration. No use. Laughter rose from below. Commotion shook the walls.
       She set the book aside and sighed.
       Beyond her window, milky blue captivated the world. She drank it, even through its pang of loneliness. She closed her eyes. She let it pour into her skin. Twilight was hers.
       But the coming night was his.
       The moon hung low, preparing to rise, and Amanda thanked it. On those nights, it mirrored the sun. Climbing, and climbing, it gleamed as skies drained black.
       She leaned toward the glass. She emptied herself over the land and its spectral light, vast and secret.
       Then, she saw him. Moving in the trees. A confidence striding through the darkness.
       Her heart quickened as he slipped from the shadows. The silvery showers of moonlight rained over him.
       Despite the cold light, a warmth flowed to her fingertips. The way he moved. Strong, but careful. And when he bent his face to the sky, his face sculpted her dreams.
       She wondered what he was thinking as he studied the moon.
       And wished.
       Someday she might earn a place in the majesty of his thoughts.

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16 comments:

Jay said...

What was coming out of her fingers?

Bailey Stewart said...

Intriguing - it's not what I thought at first. I'm enjoying the story and I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.

Bernita said...

Such beautiful images, Jason.
Just my opinion, of course, but I think you should expand it a bit, you're throwing those shivery, evocative verbs and images at us a little too fast, and one hardly absorbs one before being entranced by another.

Anonymous said...

Miss Jay, having a bout with insomnia again?

Eve, thanks. :) The next and last piece will tie it together.

Bernita, that's a fair point. See if the next and last piece changes anything for you (although it may not). I'm finding my goal here to be a bit difficult to accomplish.

Linda said...

Twilight was hers.

Something magical always happens at twilight. It is my favorite part of the day.
I am enjoying the story too. :)

Melissa Amateis said...

Love the ending to this excerpt, Jason. Can't wait to read the rest.

mermaid said...

'Someday she might earn a place in the majesty of his thoughts.'

Sacredness is so random. Imagine the holiness experienced when both value themselves as much as the pair.

Shesawriter said...

"Twilight was hers. But the coming night was his."

This was my favorite part. You have such a gift!

Tanya

Anonymous said...

BeadinggalinMS, in twilight it seems that the boundaries fall away.

Mermaid, love for another versus self love.... I'm not sure it's in our nature to balance them. Possible? Yes, I believe it is.

Tanya, I liked that concept too. Simple, but there's an strange depth to it. And thank you for helping me trust my voice!

Erik Ivan James said...

Still here.

Anonymous said...

So, like, then what happens?....

Shesawriter said...

Jason,

I love you voice, bud. Your writing is sooooo evocative. You should be published by now.

Tanya

Anonymous said...

Tanya, you've been such a great friend. :)

anne frasier said...

i agree with tanya.

beautiful stuff, jason.

LiVEwiRe said...

And so far, each thinks the other is unaware? Very interesting. Kind of like life in a way, you never know who's watching (and I don't mean that in a crepy way).

Anonymous said...

Anne, you've been a great influence. Thank you.

Livewire, I feel the same way. Not creepy at all. Beautiful, really. The next/last piece will (hopefully) tie the pieces together.