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THEME

 

When We’re On Fire   by Lo Fang  

VERSION ONE

Emeralda loved her man Wahunt.  She was from the old country, but he was not.

This was why she was shunned by the tribe of them Purple Robes, there in that desolate land called “Fuckno.”

She awoke one fine Saturday to the fire alarms ringing in her head, and her immediate instinct was to protect her baby.  She was a good mother.

She was also a good partner to her

EMERALDA’S VERSION

Sunlight.

Warmth.

Crisp, clean white sheets.

The scent of freshly cut flowers placed in crystal vases before she awoke…

The sound of slumber from two whom she held close…

…in their bed, their nest, their haven against the world outside.

Such safety.

For how much could a lady wish?

She held this close to her.  She always had.

Yet,

It slipped from her fingers

…even before her eyes opened.

Emeralda.

This her tale.

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Birds chirped in her ears, but they were quite loud.  Who had left the windows opened to their screech?

The faint scent of burning wood and chemicals stung her nose.

Emeralda awoke with her man caressing her with his fingers on her shoulder and nudging her backside from below.

Her baby slept on her other side, under her arm, under her wing.  She had clasped their infant close to her just now in her wakeful slumber,

…to protect him.

From what?  From whom?

…

God Help You,

…as we head off into another direction.

---willies out.

Man, that’s a lot of ellipses…

…friggin Emeralda

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