Assessment
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Order 1: Section One. London, England 1963
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Across the city, behind the buildings and away from the deafening blare of humanity was a little area not many people knew about; it was a grassy knoll in a small clearing surrounded by nothing but nature.
That evening, a pair lay on the hilltop, their figures mere shadows in the night. Both of them were looking up at the sky, deep in conversation.
"I'm telling you, I don't see it."
"It's there, look, just follow my fingers," an arm reached up, the extended index finger tracing lines in the sky, then dropped back down. "That's Gemini."
There was a long silence as the woman considered what he'd pointed out.
"It looks like a duck." She said finally.
"How on earth do you see a duck in Gemini, Vi?"
"I don't know, it's just - a duck,"
There was a muffled noise beside her and she paused for a moment, listening carefully.
"Are you laughing at me, Walter?" She sat up suddenly, looking at the man beside her. There was the noise again, this time louder. She squinted emerald eyes and could make out his silhouette shaking with laughter in the darkness. "You are!"
"Never would I laugh at you, dearest." Came the soft voice, though distorted from suppressed giggles.
"Don't you 'dearest' me," She scoffed, "I don't see what's so funny."
"I suppose it's just your indignation about a duck," the voice said, overcome by another surge of laughter.
Vivian gave Walter a half-hearted punch in the arm before lying back down beside him, waiting for his laughter to die down.
"Anyways," Walter said, wiping a small tear from his eye, "My point was, Gemini represents the twins, an inseparable pair who lean on each other; I suppose it's a bit irrelevant now that the moment is lost."
There was a long, companionable silence as the pair stared up at the stars.
"You know I love you, Vivian?"
"Of course."
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End Section.
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Order 1: Section Two. London, England Present Day, 2003
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Darkness had made its mark and crept away once more as the sky was lit with fire hues in welcome of the new dawn. The robins began their shrill, beautiful song and the soft breeze of the spring gently wafted across the newly blossomed flowers that surrounded the dead bodies lying strewn about the grass. (1)
Far off, across the field, was the sound of laughter as children played ball, tossing it happily back and forth without a care in the world. The red sphere soared majestically through the air, grazing over the small, outstretched fingers of a tiny girl who was bouncing frantically on the balls of her feet to reach it.
Her large eyes followed the path of the toy as it arced away, and her little feet padded quickly after it as she ran to retrieve it. It sat perched among the tall grass, a little ways away from her.
Stumbling a little, she managed her slow way up the hill, slightly dirtying the lace fringe of her frock before reaching the top. Victoriously, she picked the ball up, but stopped when she noted how oddly wet it was.
Pulling a little hand away, she noted it was covered in crimson. Curiously, she looked at where the ball had perched, to find there was a half dried puddle of the same liquid on the ground. Her eyes scanned the area for a moment, finally settling on something.
Her shrill scream could be heard from across the field.
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End Section.
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(1) It can be assured, however, that they were not celebrating the new spring by rolling merrily in the grass.
Note from the Author: Reviews are greatly appreciated by the Donut.
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Order 1: Section One. London, England 1963
~
Across the city, behind the buildings and away from the deafening blare of humanity was a little area not many people knew about; it was a grassy knoll in a small clearing surrounded by nothing but nature.
That evening, a pair lay on the hilltop, their figures mere shadows in the night. Both of them were looking up at the sky, deep in conversation.
"I'm telling you, I don't see it."
"It's there, look, just follow my fingers," an arm reached up, the extended index finger tracing lines in the sky, then dropped back down. "That's Gemini."
There was a long silence as the woman considered what he'd pointed out.
"It looks like a duck." She said finally.
"How on earth do you see a duck in Gemini, Vi?"
"I don't know, it's just - a duck,"
There was a muffled noise beside her and she paused for a moment, listening carefully.
"Are you laughing at me, Walter?" She sat up suddenly, looking at the man beside her. There was the noise again, this time louder. She squinted emerald eyes and could make out his silhouette shaking with laughter in the darkness. "You are!"
"Never would I laugh at you, dearest." Came the soft voice, though distorted from suppressed giggles.
"Don't you 'dearest' me," She scoffed, "I don't see what's so funny."
"I suppose it's just your indignation about a duck," the voice said, overcome by another surge of laughter.
Vivian gave Walter a half-hearted punch in the arm before lying back down beside him, waiting for his laughter to die down.
"Anyways," Walter said, wiping a small tear from his eye, "My point was, Gemini represents the twins, an inseparable pair who lean on each other; I suppose it's a bit irrelevant now that the moment is lost."
There was a long, companionable silence as the pair stared up at the stars.
"You know I love you, Vivian?"
"Of course."
.
End Section.
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Order 1: Section Two. London, England Present Day, 2003
~
Darkness had made its mark and crept away once more as the sky was lit with fire hues in welcome of the new dawn. The robins began their shrill, beautiful song and the soft breeze of the spring gently wafted across the newly blossomed flowers that surrounded the dead bodies lying strewn about the grass. (1)
Far off, across the field, was the sound of laughter as children played ball, tossing it happily back and forth without a care in the world. The red sphere soared majestically through the air, grazing over the small, outstretched fingers of a tiny girl who was bouncing frantically on the balls of her feet to reach it.
Her large eyes followed the path of the toy as it arced away, and her little feet padded quickly after it as she ran to retrieve it. It sat perched among the tall grass, a little ways away from her.
Stumbling a little, she managed her slow way up the hill, slightly dirtying the lace fringe of her frock before reaching the top. Victoriously, she picked the ball up, but stopped when she noted how oddly wet it was.
Pulling a little hand away, she noted it was covered in crimson. Curiously, she looked at where the ball had perched, to find there was a half dried puddle of the same liquid on the ground. Her eyes scanned the area for a moment, finally settling on something.
Her shrill scream could be heard from across the field.
.
End Section.
.
*
(1) It can be assured, however, that they were not celebrating the new spring by rolling merrily in the grass.
Note from the Author: Reviews are greatly appreciated by the Donut.