I looked down at the dead body, her green dress mingled with the red of blood. Looking back I was too silent, the body as stiff as hers, both our eyes dry. I longed to scream, as once we did between silken sheets, or in the poppy field at dawn.
Random Word: Nana
Grace pulled the curtains and waved him to the bed. She was soon naked not caring what sagged where. The last time everything had pointed up on its own, Kennedy had got shot. What counted was that he was young and definitely nothing was sagging. Hmm, Nana wanted…Nana got.
Two teenage friends in the 1940’s
Fredrick : Why can’t boys kiss?
Harold: They can.
Fredrick: What boys kiss boys?
Harold: Yuk no. Its wrong in the eyes of God.
Fredrick I thought God loved you?
Harold : He does.
Fredrick: So if you kiss and love, He must approve?
‘Sire, did you dream last night as the witch foretold?,’ asked the Night Lord.
The King looked at the couriers but did not speak. His eyes lost in shadows.
‘His Highness is cursed,’ they cried, many even with real concern. Or were they the better liars, trusting no living King.
Switch halted at the door. He was out of breath and out of time- the
screams of Help me had stopped.
‘Emolley hold on I am coming.’ He charged at the door with his shoulder that creaked but held.
‘Ouch.’
‘Cut. Sorry darling,the bloody door should have come off.’
'Once this was a lake where fish were like a slither of snakes.'
'What else old timer?'
Craig could see that the boys were sand runners and the girl was something… more dangerous. 'We burned in the sun.'
The children laughed at this nonsense from the time of cold skies.
'
They hunt in fours but divide into singles to corner you.’
Rosemary knew—she had lost a finger to one. Hearing the rosters, she jumped up. 'Sir, I want to partner up with Kawasaki when we go south.'
'Granted.
Sitting down, she smiled. Her growing babies would enjoy his bones.