Friday, April 17, 2009

Christine & Delilah

Christine and Delilah walked on the road silently. Basking the sun of the countryside, the two walked hand in hand to their farm. Pigs and Chickens passed them by as they smiled at them solemnly, feeing the breeze in their hair. Trudging along, they took turns in kicking a stone they had found and saw who could kick further. Christies's pink cheeks kept getting redder after every hour. Her freckles had reduced compared to what they were. Some of them could be seen on her bare neck that ended with a pink button of her shirt. Christine liked holding hands with Delilah, she loved the soft touch of her hand and the fingers entwining with hers. She loved playing with her hair sometimes too and Delilah would bite her ear whenever she got the chance. They would cuddle and wrestle before they went to bed with feathers everywhere.

Delilah and her blue eyes had always wandered to places where no one would think of going. Sometimes as she sat on her cart, she would get off and wander into the shrubs, roaming about aimlessly in hay fields, appreciating everything for what it was. Old pappys would love staring into her eyes and she would love looking at their eyes widen. It was like gold had been discovered after hours of digging. She would not like the looks that men with dark moustaches gave her. Out of the corner of her eye, she would catch a glimpse of shy boys looking at her. She would snub them off with her nose but deep inside, she smiled.

And with that same smile, she opened the gates of the farm. The two of them ran into the house with giggles escaping from their mouths. The door shut on the house and the ggigles continued from inside. It was then that a shadow came from the corner of the house that swallowed the cheerness of the giggles as it approached the door. A hand turned the knob, a nose sniffed the fragrance of the shampoo used that morning. A stubble rubbed against a cheek and the screams lingered through the house. The house of that farm stood there,basking in the countryside sun.

Helpless yet all knowing.


kicking.and.screaming said...

*basking in
somethings not right with 'smiling solemnly'
*turns at (i think)
*to see who could kick
*Christies's pink cheeks got redder every hour
*Her freckles had reduced comparatively
*on her shirt

youve changed from Christie to Christine. decide.

theres more... i dunno if you want me to point them out.

what is this Bhinayak?

whats pappys?

whats up with your tenses?

great build up. you know i love your simple style. yet you keep me wanting. i like the subtlety in this, the slight suggestiveness.

take care of grammar. its a shame to see someone like you fail it.

kicking.and.screaming said...

arrey hero?!

are this mistakes really 'mistakes', as in you were just not paying attention?

D said...

Something tragic but well expressed..

Anju said...

i lik i always do....but then.....wat th hell wid wrong wid th dude who "taught me english".....plez correct them!.....

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