Post by silvertabby on Mar 1, 2008 14:39:06 GMT -5
Little something inspired by Maggie Smith.
It was dark. In the dim light coming from the other end of the room, a figure of a woman could be seen. She was laing on the bed, on top of a pile of cushions, her red hair contrasting brutally with her very pale skin.
It was almost impossible to see in the dim light, but there were soft lines around her thin lips, and so were around her eyes, now closed, but he knew they were emerald green...like nothing else...almost unreal.
There was an arm around her body. Near her was laing a young man-what man? a boy- jet black hair, eyes closed...sleeping. Poor boy. Poor Alex.
What had she done? How could she? He was just a boy. How could she bring him to her bed? She was a ridiculous desperate woman! Crazy... blinded. By what? By love? Could she love? Or was she a mere vicious old woman? That was more like it.
He loved her. He loved her for her brutal curses, her tough self, for the way she blinked and for the way she smiled...he loved her for all. Poor boy.
It was dark. In the dim light coming from the other end of the room, a figure of a woman could be seen. She was laing on the bed, on top of a pile of cushions, her red hair contrasting brutally with her very pale skin.
It was almost impossible to see in the dim light, but there were soft lines around her thin lips, and so were around her eyes, now closed, but he knew they were emerald green...like nothing else...almost unreal.
There was an arm around her body. Near her was laing a young man-what man? a boy- jet black hair, eyes closed...sleeping. Poor boy. Poor Alex.
What had she done? How could she? He was just a boy. How could she bring him to her bed? She was a ridiculous desperate woman! Crazy... blinded. By what? By love? Could she love? Or was she a mere vicious old woman? That was more like it.
He loved her. He loved her for her brutal curses, her tough self, for the way she blinked and for the way she smiled...he loved her for all. Poor boy.