Mar 16, 2009 12:12
(36) - Siblings
She sat at the table as she had every morning, staring across it, looking at her obnoxious brother. Faces made over plates. Morning rituals.
"What are you eating?"
"Brains, you?"
"Liver. Mom says I'm too pale."
(48) - Connected
So quick the reaction, beyond being able to register the actual emotion. Luna vibrated. Only sensations and vibrations and thoughts, no more. Twenty years as the interface has counted since her awareness of self. This moment was the first that she was aware of them, and wanted more.
writing,
writing exercise