After the wars photographs were rare things, worth more than the diamonds I pulled from their necklaces and threw into the verges of the town, or in the park, or into the gutters so that they shimmer as they never have before. I made sure to scatter the smallest over the lawn outside Fiona's house, for I remember her and Miss Silverleaf, and even if the rain washes them away, and of course it will, I think she will like to wake to see the grass sparkle like that.
Monster stands in my kitchen looking at the picture intently, before he tucks it away. It is a strange thing, but I feel as I kiss him that we two would have been suited another age better than this one, for all our peculiarities. I wind my arms around his neck and though I taste the blood from his lip, it is meaningless now as it has never been before. I close my eyes and kiss him, and I imagine the kitchen awash with fire, and the house crumbling around us, and the clean feeling one gets when pain releases one from its grip. The woman in the photograph is crying. I would like to stay in this moment for ever.
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Date: 2009-05-14 10:13 pm (UTC)Monster stands in my kitchen looking at the picture intently, before he tucks it away. It is a strange thing, but I feel as I kiss him that we two would have been suited another age better than this one, for all our peculiarities. I wind my arms around his neck and though I taste the blood from his lip, it is meaningless now as it has never been before. I close my eyes and kiss him, and I imagine the kitchen awash with fire, and the house crumbling around us, and the clean feeling one gets when pain releases one from its grip. The woman in the photograph is crying. I would like to stay in this moment for ever.