Neferet
Blanche looked at her lover from the top of the garden steps, and smiled to herself. Agnes was lying on the grass, gazing up at the clouds, her white hands neatly folded on her flat stomach. The music from the wireless wafted out into the garden on the sunny afternoon breeze, mingling quietly with the bird song.
"I can feel you staring," Agnes grinned from her position on the grass, making Blanche chuckle.
"Agnes dear whatever are you doing?" Blanche smiled, walking over to her.
"The German's can't destroy all of England's beauty. They can never take the clouds," she said defiantly. Blanche chuckled again making Agnes look at her. "Come on. Join me," she smiled.
"Oh I don't think so." Agnes grinned at her.
"Is cloud gazing on the grass too undignified for the noted Egyptologist Dr Blanche Mottershead?" Agnes teased.
"No, I just…" Agnes grabbed her hand and pulled to her the ground. Blanche landed on top of her laughing and Agnes planted a kiss on her lips.
They lay side by side on the grass, gazing up at the clouds like two girls, their hands intertwined, their fingers locked together.
"What do you see?" Agnes asked, looking up at he sky. Blanche looked at her, her cheeks flushed pink, her red lips smiling.
"You." Agnes giggled.
"What do you mean?" she asked, continuing to look up at the shifting white masses floating languidly above them.
"You see that one," Blanche said, pointing to a particularly long one with a rounded bottom, that appeared to have the top of it crossed like a little 't'. "It looks like the Egyptian hieroglyph for the word neferet, meaning beautiful woman." Agnes looked at her and Blanche smiled. "So I see you."