April 11th, 2015
|08:44 am - Installment Story, Part Eight: Tea History Magic|
It is July-hot out there this morning in the subtropics -- we've been hideously hot for weeks -- but the grass and plants are still April-colored, brown-and-green. The weeds are out in people's yards, though, wildflowers yellow and white and the occasional blue. I'm lucky to live in a part of town where homeowners let the wild things be.
That is of course a segue for today's installment. Getting close to the end, probably one or two more days' worth. :)
Last line was “That’s what Granddad Louis saw,” Jake got out. “We have to get everything to the water.”
The china fragments – three of them, each a blade of its own – sliced open her fingers as she picked them up, even with her muttered spell of protection. Blood welled in waves like a storm-tossed sea.
When she looked over at Jake to tell him she was ready, she saw blood on his dark hand, the one holding the box. The glittering thing in the box was visible now: a china fragment sharper than the ones she had, white edged in fresh red. “You okay, baby?”
“Better than you,” he said, and smiled despite everything.
“Shut up and run, Jake honey,” she said, and pulled him onto the steps down to the beach.
As the walkway thrummed beneath their running footsteps, that bad-magic wind whipped sand at them. Every hit stung, and Melinda Jane thought again of bees disturbed from their sleep. Whatever she and Jake were carrying, the fragments had been sleeping for a long, long time.
Fire and water for the thing thieved from power, she heard a voice say in her head, in the wind. Water and fire.
She remembered the vision of some thing darting over the waves, almost but not quite broken by sea and storm. As she thought, the shards in her hand shifted, cut again, cut again. Beside her, Jake muttered something. So what they carried had come in that night long ago.
She looked out, and the ocean roared as it had done in vision. But the sea was closer now. Erosion.
“We have to go in,” she said. “Far out as we can stand.”
He nodded. But they were there already, past the border of land and water, into the churning waves. The rush of it all took her breath; the salt burned fresh cuts. They were waist-high before she could speak again. “Here, baby.”
In her hand the china fragments twisted. No, they were dancing in place.
The glittering shard in the box flew upward, and she let the fragments go. In the air above the waves, the pieces – hers and his – joined.
It was a broken cup with a sharp, sharp edge.
“Now,” she said, as her bleeding hand dove deep.
You make me see this...and i'm eager for the next installment!
Happy Saturday to you and Master Danger!
Thank you, ALH, you're awesome.
Hope your Saturday is fabulous!
|Date:||April 11th, 2015 05:46 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you, thank you! Happy Saturday!
Thank you, Gwynne, and an awesome Saturday to you!
Pain and beauty. Love it.
Thank you, thank you twice. :)
I'm grateful for your comments!
Your story is lovely -- what a neat way to tell it! I see that you've had a rough time lately. I hope that Master Danger is feeling better, and that you are taking care of yourself. ((Hugs))
I think it's time to indulge in carbohydrates. ;)
Master Danger is mostly better, and yes, it's been wild. We persevere. (I have to ease up on the carbs, though -- too many lately!)
Thanks, hugs, cheers for you!
Thank you for reading! (Even if my thanks are very late....)