Possibilities 2
He’d left a towel out when he’d gone to bed for her. The wicker chair dumping ground in the entrance hall. The rain crashed down around the house as if force alone could wipe out all the possibilities (mud. primeval. new beginnings). There was no chance of sleep in weather like this, and so he listened to the horserace on the tin roof and breathed deep the rain smell (crisp. earthy. alive).
The noise of the rain was so loud he could hardly hear himself think. He’d begged off sick tonight and she’d gone out without him. His breath had caught in his throat as dancing around getting ready she had come out of her room (dark angel. soaring. when will you fall?). Can you tie me up? she asked and flipped around to expose her undone corset. Kneehigh black boots. Black skirt. Stockings and a black corset. Her hair fell dead straight to her shoulders (lacked the life of her natural curls. packet black. a phase). But she was dazzling and he was dazzled.
And he didn’t realise he’d been waiting for the door until he heard her footsteps down the hall. Uneven but as if she was trying to be quiet, but her foot hit the noisy floorboard outside the kitchen . Collecting his thoughts (only one set of footsteps. uneven. straight to the kitchen). He rolled out of bed and didn’t hear his feet land over the noise of the rain.
The corridor was bright (blinded. flare. and maybe he was just beginning to see) and the kitchen was dark but for the fridge light illuminating the bedraggled figure sitting on the bench. Wrapped in the light blue towel he’d left her (babushka. hunched. older than her years).
That floorboard always squeaked and she looked up at him framed in the doorway (picture. pose. moments are not representative). Chocolate ice-cream straight from the container and her mascara ran in rivers. Her hair was straight from the rain (not her previous artifice) and clung to the curve of her cheek. He couldn’t tell which shimmer (shine. sparkle. fall) beads of water were tears and which were raindrops.
So many words flew to his lips Oh sweetie. darling. angel. But the dam he’d built was too strong and instead he moved to her. Hugged her. Held her (sodden leather against bare chest). Smoothed her hair back and let her cry herself out. bastard. beautiful. easy. The words are muttered into his shoulder but he knows what they mean (pain. loss. he isn’t allowed to give her the antidote).
The dam allows some words through (never the ones that would change their world). He’s a bastard. You are beautiful and you are never easy sweetie. The actual events are irrelevant. The words come easily (a thousand words if it would stop the tears).
It will be ok.
And of all the words it’s only these he doubts..
Not all are as linearly related as these two. These are the two most paired of all the exisiting Possibilities so far. But they were neat and tidy to post.
Love you all