Monday, March 30, 2009

Beautiful Dreamer


She twitches in her sleep, a half smile on her face and her hand drifts to her pelvis. Gillian turns away from her beautiful dreamer, unwilling to intrude upon whatever passes for eroticism in her daughter’s mind. She drifts through the bedroom light as a cat, quiet as a spirit. There is nothing out of place in her daughter’s bedroom, but she is an extraordinary teenager. Lucy’s hunting bow is unstrung next to the wardrobe and her quiver of arrows. One of the hardened steel tips is still laced with blood. Gillian can’t resist licking it clean. She frowns. Goblin?

4 comments:

stephanie said...

Ho! Leave it to mummy then. Good! That's as it should be sometimes. Beautifully done, poetic in justice and prose.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Steph.

aims said...

Hmmmmm! Lucy is up to something again....

Leatherdykeuk said...

No, this follows on from her hunting.