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Thursday, April 7, 2005
I am sooooooo bored. Here is something from Finder by Emma Bull. A preview for you. I may or may not do more.
CH. 1: FALLING OUT OF PARADISE
I remember exactly where i was and what I was doing when Bonnie Prince Charlie was killed. not that i knew it at the time, of course. but while charlie was traveling the distance from the pigeon cloisters belfry to high street with all the dispatch that gravity can muster, i was sunbathing.
if the weather had held, i'd have been on the roof of my building the next day too, spread out like a drying sweater, but it promised rain. (if the forecast had been different, would the past be too? would a lot off people still be here? this town is strange, and has weather to match, but i never imagined it was a matter of life and death.)
so when tick-tick pounded on the frame of my open door, i was in and washing dishes. she poked her head in and shouted, "i am the queen's daughter, i come from twelfth and flinn, in search of young orient, pray god i find him!"
i lifted my hands, dripping from the suds, took the herbal cigarette out of the corner of my mouth, and said, "exCUSE me?"
"well, in a manner of speaking," said the ticker placidly. she stalked in, the picture of elven self-posession, and picked a saucer out of the dishpan with thumb and forefinger.
"mab's grace, so low as you've fallen, my precious boy."
"i'm out of cups. nothing else would have driven me to it."
the water had killed my cigarette. i sighed and flicked it out the window.
she dropped into my upholstered chair and swung her long legs over the arm. her concession to summer's heat, i noticed, was to tear the sleeves off her favorite pair of gray mechanic's coveralls and roll the legs up to mid-calf. and still she did look rather like a queen's daughter; but then elves usually look like royalty. when they're trying not to, they only look like royalty in a cheap plastic disguise. tick-tick had a face like the bust of nefertiti, only more daunting, and her eyes were huge and long and the gray of january ice.
"is it still overcast?" i asked.
"oh yes. nice summer thunderstorm tonight. ah, of course. my condolences. your tan isn't finished."
"you don't exactly finish a tan."
"i wouldn't know. but i'm trying to share your sentiments on the thing, really."
the skin on her face, her arms, her ankles, was smooth and almost buttermilk-colored. as far as i know, elves don't sunburn, either.
"so have you come to help me wash dishes?"
"earth defend me. no, i've come to take you away from all of this. i have work for you to do."
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