Songbird of Rapture

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                   TINY FEET PATTER AWAY next to his thundering leather clad steps, little hand gripping tight to calloused fingers, hands swinging as they walk. His son talks gushes happily about what was done at playgroup that day, backpack bouncing. They’re cutting through the park to stop for some ice-cream before heading home. When his son elaborates on art hour, in which he decided to draw grandpa, Aiden chuckles, makes to ruffle his son’s blond locks, AS GOLD AS HIS FATHER, before stopping to point to the woman seated at the park bench. “That’s great, bud, I can’t wait t’see it. There’s Mommy over there, y’see? You’s wanna run ahead an’ I’ll get the ice-cream? You wanted chocolate, right?” But his child doesn’t answer, already sprinting ‘cross neatly trimmed green grass to meet his mother, and Aiden can only laugh, “…I guess that’s chocolate f’everyone, then.”

“Oh hello, little man, where’s your Daddy?” Anna quickly takes her little golden son into her arms and plants a big red-lipped kiss on his little cheek. The boy giggles and cuddles up to his mother, happily discussing art class and his picture. When Anna sees it, she’s not sure if it’s Aiden’s father or hers but both would love it anyway. Let the two old men argue over who is their grandson’s favorite, Anna’s more concerned about where the bigger ray of sunshine known as Daddy went.  “Did Daddy go get you ice cream?” A nod, a point. “Oh now I see him. Be sure to thank Daddy when he gets here, okay?” Another nod as he cuddles up to his mother even more.

           And so she returns to the lies, lets them slither upon her serpent tongue: ❝A new manuscript? Aiden has told me you’re quite talented. Would you mind I take a peek?❞

     Speaking of upstairs... “So... the attic was your nursery? I suppose it was much nicer then than it is now. Though Aiden has shown me all his toys and inventions. They’re wonderful.”

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           She takes a seat across from her guest, offering the cup before crossing her leg and taking a sip of her own, all sunny smiles and absolute kindness in contrast to the darkness around them. ❝ Here you are, darling. I trust you’ve settled down comfortably by now?❞

     And now Rebecca. Anna’s lips tighten for a moment as Rebecca invades with tea -always damned tea- before she accepts it with an easy smile and takes a single sip before placing it aside in exile. “As comfortable as one can be in a house that makes more noise than Aiden’s machine outside... I suppose I’m used to a quiet home, one that hasn’t been around long enough to come to life as this one has.”

“I love How the Grinch Stole Christmas, don’t judge.”

“It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, Miles.”

                  He may aswell be a dog with the way his ears prick up at the sound of skinny dipping — Aiden finds himself following her like a lost puppy, ever obedient, and his leather jacket with all it’s pins and studs, something he’s so RARELY seen without, is shedded like a snake’s second skin, dropped almost instantly, and he begins to remove his white t-shirt underneath it. “What, an’ leave you t’swim all on y’own? What if y’needed someone t’carry y’out? You always need someone keepin’ an eye on y’while you’re in the water.” Excuses, excuses! Of course he’s coming in after her, he’s just trying on a little humor, and throws in a wink for good measure. “Anyway, I heard the ocean’s not so cold this time’a year.”

           She giggled as she watched her boyfriend strip off his signature jacket and make excuses to not sound so eager to join her in the cool waters. She hadn’t thought of skinny dipping when she put on her outfit for this date, but she was thankful a date with Aiden usually meant wearing the least amount of clothes possible. If only for convenience. She learned long ago trying to keep track of all her clothes after a night with her tall Texan sweet-talking greaser was far too difficult to bother with. Shedding her dress, she balled it up and threw it at her boyfriend to put with his clothes, and when his back was turned she shed her undergarments and slingshot them at him as well. Quickly she submerged herself in the water and nearly instantly regretted it. “Fffffucccck.” Her teeth shattered and she wrapped her arms around her chest. “Aideeeeen, ‘m cold. It’s cold! Warm me up!”