Sep 29, 2013
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I like the hair.
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Tatia, girl of seventeen, left home and the covey in the field when evening came.
When she reached the forest edge the sun was on the treetops and a man stood alone before a creek that went by and by.
"Elijah..." Several small steps came to a halt.
She was born free. She was humble. She lusted. She bled. She stole rations during winter. She worked all year. Today, she had chosen to spend time with him.
A pair of knocks sounded twice against the wooden door. Echoes of its nearly hollow grain resound. Prying it open, Tatia slipped gracefully into the office, allowing the soft stream of elevator humming to seep into the room before shutting the door without a sound. Heels traversing the carpeted interior, she made her way closer to the tall figure, stopping by the windows. Elijah never called or texted for inane reasons, and she treated each with utmost importance, whether they were truly urgent business affairs or not.
"You wished to see me?" She rasped before clearing her throat and shifting her weight. It was the first time she had used her voice today -- but it was evening time. She'd recently kept odd hours from her own pile of work.
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A dark, winged creature flutters in the distance; framed buildings creak in the night air; footsteps approach the Town Square.
She's never late, and she's never early. She arrives at precisely the right time she intends to, and that is -- for today -- fashionably late.
A single figure sits slightly reclined on a bench, silent, as if a decade or a thousand years of chaos had never once ailed him. "Elijah," she greeted as she drew near. Hair cascaded past her cheek in reedy tendrils, concealing part of her face. She still had reason to hide. But she had more to see him.
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April, 2013.
There was now a band of white gold stretching around her finger, a sight she felt she could gaze at and never tire. Morning light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, soaking into the sheets where she sat -- and beside her, a man lay. Not wanting to rouse him, Tatia rose quietly, pulling the nearest piece of dark maroon toward her. His shirt fell smoothly over her shoulders, its material cool against her olive skin. She stole another glance at him, fingers working the buttons, before slipping away into the kitchen.
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