Entry #100

Benedictio in Operto
by Manasi Diwakar


“Part Passion, Part symbol” Jane interpreted.

“How do you mean it?” Mia wanted to know.

“That hand it symbolizes brand, his brand.”

“Could be. I bet it’s one of his many moods, this one’s incandescent obsession.”

“..And his colossal control over himself. You can’t see it unless he wants you to”

“…And you have seen it all?” Mia smiled.

“Aye, he’s good” Jane snorted.
The kid on her hip became fussy “Mamma, I can draw this. But I got small hands. I make a small one, in pink and white. ”

At a distance, Shane rolled his tongue over his teeth recalling that kiss gone wild. Her creamy skin wrapped around him & her feline bites nipping at his restrain, which had left him gasping for completion. With the final stroke he had stamped accidently on the wet watercolor, to hold them both from falling. He winced inwardly at exiguity of his control when it came to Mia, his bully pulpit.

He’d like to believe his work was good and adulterating it with pleasure once in a while was turning out to be a bonus. He mused at the dexterous perceptions his Elemental was receiving, he loved his admirers for that. Cerebration can be humorous to someone with time to enjoy it and his profession allowed him some.

He loved kids, innocent-playful types. But the smart-pesky ones, he loved them more! Twirling his sour grapes, squaring his shoulders he dived into the crowd.