Double Drabble: Waiting
Jul. 27th, 2005 09:14 pmby Honorat Selonnet
Rating: G
A double drabble for the "Aches" challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
A cameo appearance by Will's mother. I couldn't resist the literal
meaning of the name Marguerite.
Exactly 200 words--"aches" appears in each half so it really could be
two drabbles, right?
She never knows when she will hear his steps on the threshold. Never knows when she will come home into the crush of his arms. When she will hear the broken murmur of his prayer lost in the tangle of her hair: Oh God! Marguerite! My Pearl! Forgive!
She always forgives. For a breath of time she knows happiness so deep it aches. In that moment, her body resurrects the memory of what it means to be this man’s wife. Reminds her why she waits for him, watering the parchment of his rare letters with rainy eyes until they are limp and soft as silk.
But he has another Pearl, who hangs over her joy like a sword. She knows that he will always leave her—will fly to his other darker lady out on the midnight sea. All her days, she knows grief so deep it aches.
As she stands on the dock with their small son’s hand clutching hers, she does not let him see the tears she will shed when the sails have gone down the horizon. The love and the hate lie side by side in her heart with the blade of a sword between.
Rating: G
A double drabble for the "Aches" challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
A cameo appearance by Will's mother. I couldn't resist the literal
meaning of the name Marguerite.
Exactly 200 words--"aches" appears in each half so it really could be
two drabbles, right?
She never knows when she will hear his steps on the threshold. Never knows when she will come home into the crush of his arms. When she will hear the broken murmur of his prayer lost in the tangle of her hair: Oh God! Marguerite! My Pearl! Forgive!
She always forgives. For a breath of time she knows happiness so deep it aches. In that moment, her body resurrects the memory of what it means to be this man’s wife. Reminds her why she waits for him, watering the parchment of his rare letters with rainy eyes until they are limp and soft as silk.
But he has another Pearl, who hangs over her joy like a sword. She knows that he will always leave her—will fly to his other darker lady out on the midnight sea. All her days, she knows grief so deep it aches.
As she stands on the dock with their small son’s hand clutching hers, she does not let him see the tears she will shed when the sails have gone down the horizon. The love and the hate lie side by side in her heart with the blade of a sword between.
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Date: 2005-07-28 07:07 pm (UTC)All her days, she knows grief so deep it aches.
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Date: 2005-07-28 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-01 12:56 am (UTC)So telling of one who loves a man whose mistress is the sea. A lovely, though rightfully sad, look at the broken heart of Mrs. Turner.
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Date: 2005-08-01 07:10 pm (UTC)