Wicked Writers: Last Chance Prompt
Last Chance Prompt #1:
The most important item you own.
It can be a real item or a made up item.
Sometimes I wonder what he would say if he knew how dear his tongue has become to me. I like to keep the treacherous thing near me and I have servants to polish its jar daily. I used to hold it up in the sunlight and examine it floating through the murky liquid. Now I simply place my hand upon it and the supplicants currying favor or berating or begging me fall silent quickly enough. I don't have to use my own tongue while I have his so close by.
It's my old friend now. And I smile, remembering its original owner. How he screamed and howled and shouted for hours, and then fell silent suddenly. All the words all torn up and left bleeding, and him mewling like a baby, some brat's baby, but with no chance of ever learning to speak.
He could not have appreciated it. Not the way do, caring for it and putting it on display. No one who loved their tongue so dearly would have let me take it in exchange for life. In the end they're cowards, all musicians. But there's value to their tongues.
The most important item you own.
It can be a real item or a made up item.
Sometimes I wonder what he would say if he knew how dear his tongue has become to me. I like to keep the treacherous thing near me and I have servants to polish its jar daily. I used to hold it up in the sunlight and examine it floating through the murky liquid. Now I simply place my hand upon it and the supplicants currying favor or berating or begging me fall silent quickly enough. I don't have to use my own tongue while I have his so close by.
It's my old friend now. And I smile, remembering its original owner. How he screamed and howled and shouted for hours, and then fell silent suddenly. All the words all torn up and left bleeding, and him mewling like a baby, some brat's baby, but with no chance of ever learning to speak.
He could not have appreciated it. Not the way do, caring for it and putting it on display. No one who loved their tongue so dearly would have let me take it in exchange for life. In the end they're cowards, all musicians. But there's value to their tongues.