Friday, January 19, 2007

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Crisp...cold...frosted plumes evaporate against the night sky. Before I Became, I would feel the air permiate my clothes, prick into my skin. Now...all I feel is the flutter in my gut as I wait. The moon watches as I watch for her. I know she's near...it's her time. Tap...tap...tap quick on the sidewalk. She feels the chill, she wants to get home...to her warm room...to her cat...to a cup of cocoa... She doesn't know I have chosen her for such a higher purpose. She'll thank me when the time comes. As I step out behind her I hear the crunch beneath my feet. Her steps falter ahead of me. I hold my breath...feel the silence...will her to keep moving... The Voice whispers "Will the leaves help or hinder the game?" I smile as she continues toward the footbridge. We'll soon find out...

posted by Kimber at 11:22 PM :: ~#~

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