Insomniac Storytime Theatre
Nov. 14th, 2008 02:36 amShe plucks her heart from its imperfect bony cage with no more thought than a child plucking dandelions. She is almost surprised by its weight in relation to its size...how could a small thing feel so heavy? She places it tenderly into a little wooden box, closes the lid, and latches it firmly. She threads the hasp of a tiny lock through the latch, smiling as it clicks shut.
She drags a chair beneath a high shelf, and climbs up, clutching the box to herself. On tiptoe she stands, placing the box on the shelf and pushing it all the way against the wall with her fingertips. She clambers down from the chair, feeling lighter already for having relieved herself from this burden. Chair returned to its rightful place, she walks to the window, practically skipping. She grasps the sash and flings open the window, cool autumn breezes hitting her in the face. Pulling back her arm, she throws the delicate key as far as she can, watching as it glints just once in the dying sunlight before she loses track of it.
"There," she murmurs. "Much better."
She drags a chair beneath a high shelf, and climbs up, clutching the box to herself. On tiptoe she stands, placing the box on the shelf and pushing it all the way against the wall with her fingertips. She clambers down from the chair, feeling lighter already for having relieved herself from this burden. Chair returned to its rightful place, she walks to the window, practically skipping. She grasps the sash and flings open the window, cool autumn breezes hitting her in the face. Pulling back her arm, she throws the delicate key as far as she can, watching as it glints just once in the dying sunlight before she loses track of it.
"There," she murmurs. "Much better."