September 22nd, 2011
|07:19 pm - So, anyway....|
It's Thursday. I am exhausted, blue, and a bit weepy for no reason (other than current events, work, and an overabundance of lingering summer). I cannot think of a proper indulgence that wouldn't render me useless for tomorrow's full work-party.
So I'm going to play with the Stonewoods for a bit, okay?
It won't be terribly long -- and as it is an indulgence, don't be alarmed by this opening which seems perhaps not entirely in keeping with the previous tales. I love them too, remember. ;-)
But I'll play a little every day until we're done, and I'll incorporate some of the suggestions you all gave me for September posts.
It is only later that Alice will remember how the true worst of times come wrapped in dark, unforeseen.
Now, on a workday morning seemingly like any other, she looks up at her executive assistant's familiar heavy-footed approach, pushes aside her organizational chart, and smiles.
Yet the expression on Matty's face is... worrying. “Ms Stonewood?” she says, even as she offers the cordless phone from the outer office. “For you. It's the high school. Not Principal Stonewood, though.”
The clock on Alice's desk reads 9:05. Well into the school day, she thinks, and imagines in her mind's eye her Morgan striding down the corridors as commandingly as ever he strode down a forest lane. But even as memory and imagination overlap, she glimpses a strange darkness outside her window, feels darkness inside.
Yet her hand and her voice are steady as she takes the phone. “Alice Stonewood. How may I--”
“Ms Stonewood.” It's Morgan's new secretary, frantic, breathless. “Ms Stonewood, something's wrong with the principal. He just... fell, in his office, and he's out cold and there's blood, and the file says that we're not supposed to call 911 or the ambulance if--”
“I'll be right there.”
She will never know how she reached the high school. She will never have a memory of herself running through the quiet streets of this town in which she and Morgan live, in which she and Morgan still don't entirely belong. All she will remember is the hissing of leaves and glamour as she goes past the circle of ashes. All she will remember is the cold in the wind.
Morgan's school doesn't smell of an institution – the clean pine scent is true forest, touched by his hand. The halls still smell right, but she catches the faint nasty tang of blood underneath the good Morgan-smells, and she moves more quickly.
The halls are too quiet, as if they need Morgan to open windows and throats and hearts, and Morgan –
“Ms Stonewood,” says the new secretary at the doorway to the administrators' offices. The girl is a pale, sickly thing, Alice thinks in a moment of regal disdain. Letitia, that's her name, and a less joyful person one could hardly envision. “In here.”
“Thank you,” Alice says, and goes inside, and loses breath.
Open door into Morgan's office. Morgan's hand open and imploring there on the floor, the rest of her heart hidden. The scent of something burnt.
“I was just bringing in the first pumpkin from my garden, and I asked Principal Stonewood to cut it, and --”
Alice stops. Her palm itches for a weapon she doesn't have. “You brought in a pumpkin, you say. Without asking. Did he touch it?”
“No!” Letitia says, almost crying. “Is he... is he allergic? But he didn't touch it, he just said--”
“Get out,” Alice says, “and take that damned thing away from here.” She shuts the door on the child's pleas, drops down beside her husband, takes his empty hand.
Their glamour fades with every struggling breath he takes, but that's the least of her fears. What her Morgan needs is a healer. What he has is a warrior queen.
That will have to suffice.
May your days be sweet as we approach the equinox, may your hearts be lighter than the days.
Eeee, need more, now! That is fearful, and especially for us Morgan lovers. Circle of ashes...
Thank you for reading the opening, and more will be along this afternoon. :-)
Happy morning to you!
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 12:18 am (UTC)|| |
Ack! A very suspenseful beginning!
Thank you thank you, Gwynne!
[hugs and a good morning]
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)|| |
Oooh, what a beginning!
You know, if everything in your tale was perfect, it wouldn't be as real. I will wait and see how things develop. Just don't take too long, please?
[hugs for bad things, tea and cookies for you, special treats for SBD]
Thank you thank you for reading, tea and cookies, and the Blonde Dog's treats. Hugs and a good morning to you!
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 12:27 am (UTC)|| |
Very interesting start. I can't wait for more :)
Later today, T! And thank you thank you. :-)
Pumpkins, eh? Nothing good can ...
Oh, wait, there's pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, which seem perhaps to be enchanted, themselves.
In any case, poor Stonewoods, and I will wait with sort of bated breath ...
Well, you know, Morgan and Alice might not be fans of pumpkin chocolate chip.... ;-)
Thanks, H_P, thanks and masses of hugs.
Ack! What's wrong with Morgan?
Something BAD is wrong with Morgan. ;-)
Cheers and a good morning and thanks, C!
I knew I didn't like Letitia the minute Alice gives us a view of her...bringing in her pumpkin, huh?
::is deeply suspicious::
I can say that Alice doesn't like Letitia... ;-)
Hugs and good cheer and many thanks, ALH!
Thank you thank you, S! [hugs and a good morning]
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 08:20 am (UTC)|| |
Thank you, L, thank you and a happy London Friday! :-)
Eek! Already not liking Letitia, the idiot.
I hope this helped to raise the blues far enough over your head to drift away, perhaps with these rain clouds and breezes. :hugs: It is Equinox, after all. Another time of change.
Your reaction is gratifying and appropriate. :-) Thank you thank you, F.
And I wish you a healthful Friday and a good Equinox. [hugs]
Wonderful beginning there.
Thank you, Stevie, thank you! And a happy Friday to you, too.