Shifting Realities
Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Seiko's senses returned to her. She felt the power coursing through her veins. She still tasted the sweet blood on her lips even as it turned to ashes.
Just like the cursed serpent of Eden.
Bitterness and remorse filled her even as the Beast roared with triumph. Nails dug deeply into palms, cutting tendon, bruising bone. Only slowly did realisation dawn that in her left hand a cold, hard object hid.
Her fingers unfurled as if petals of flesh were to bloom in the moonlight. In the center of her palm was no fragrant heart, yet instead, the dull metallic gleam of gold peeking from around it's dark gemmed core. A heavy ring of gold.
A man's wedding ring.
Strangely removed from the significance, Seiko brought her hand to her lips and blew softly at the dull grey powder. Ash twisted in the still, dark night landing casually at the base of the night-blooming jasmine.
The hot scent of summer stirred into a lazy breeze, carrying the scents of blood and death away from her, startling animals, driving away even the most curious of night creatures.
She slowly lowered her eyes to stare at the indentation of the grass, trying to read the story from between the blades. The grass was flat and still.
A dull golden gleam, a faint sparkle as the night wind blew.
Seiko leaned down and observed a gold circle tangled in the lillies.
A woman's wedding ring.
Her fingers curled around the ring in her palm and lifted to observe the back of her hand, which was bare of jewelry.
She knelt and pressed her hand over the crushed grasses.
Cynric..
She wept.
The Design is ended.
Seiko's senses returned to her. She felt the power coursing through her veins. She still tasted the sweet blood on her lips even as it turned to ashes.
Just like the cursed serpent of Eden.
Bitterness and remorse filled her even as the Beast roared with triumph. Nails dug deeply into palms, cutting tendon, bruising bone. Only slowly did realisation dawn that in her left hand a cold, hard object hid.
Her fingers unfurled as if petals of flesh were to bloom in the moonlight. In the center of her palm was no fragrant heart, yet instead, the dull metallic gleam of gold peeking from around it's dark gemmed core. A heavy ring of gold.
A man's wedding ring.
Strangely removed from the significance, Seiko brought her hand to her lips and blew softly at the dull grey powder. Ash twisted in the still, dark night landing casually at the base of the night-blooming jasmine.
The hot scent of summer stirred into a lazy breeze, carrying the scents of blood and death away from her, startling animals, driving away even the most curious of night creatures.
She slowly lowered her eyes to stare at the indentation of the grass, trying to read the story from between the blades. The grass was flat and still.
A dull golden gleam, a faint sparkle as the night wind blew.
Seiko leaned down and observed a gold circle tangled in the lillies.
A woman's wedding ring.
Her fingers curled around the ring in her palm and lifted to observe the back of her hand, which was bare of jewelry.
She knelt and pressed her hand over the crushed grasses.
Cynric..
She wept.
The Design is ended.