HOT BRICKS (Drabble)moemachinaMay 24 2007, 14:47:10 UTC
"I can't sleep." She sounded childish even to her own ears, but the other girl did not draw back.
Instead, Alma whispered, "Then I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, the High Queen Ashelia..."
Ovelia could feel Alma's warm breath against her ear; Ovelia could feel Alma's warm arms around her waist. Nights in the abbey were cold. For heat, the good sisters left them only cotton shifts, coarse blankets, and one another.
The story marched past Ovelia's unhearing ear. Eyes unseeing, she watched the ceiling until the steady breath and heartbeat beside her lulled her to sleep.
Instead, Alma whispered, "Then I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, the High Queen Ashelia..."
Ovelia could feel Alma's warm breath against her ear; Ovelia could feel Alma's warm arms around her waist. Nights in the abbey were cold. For heat, the good sisters left them only cotton shifts, coarse blankets, and one another.
The story marched past Ovelia's unhearing ear. Eyes unseeing, she watched the ceiling until the steady breath and heartbeat beside her lulled her to sleep.
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