I have not been writing much on this blog or the other, the past few days. But you can see that for yourself, right? sigh….
I have been at work, my new work, writing stories. That is not much of an excuse for not blogging. But since I am really forcing myself to post today, I’ll pick up an excerpt from the jumble of my morning writing….I will be happy if anyone takes up the story, writes a few more paras, poem, whatever.
I have 50-odd visitors to this blog everyday, some of them much-loved regulars like Darc, Annie, Indigo, Kym (who are all good writers unwilling to admit it), and others are lurkers, so if any of you want to have a go at it, I’ll be thrilled. Here goes:
Always hearts, all the hearts, and nothing but the hearts will do. An anthem for Ruth, the ruthless. Golden locks, a knowing, pouting smile, and a body to match, Ruth had ammunition. Her eyes were cold, frozen fish cold, but with a glance that fell like a blow she could land a heart on her palm, fluttering, helpless, beating fast, chanting her name, begging for mercy.
All hearts in all directions were hers as she walked, especially the male hearts, those weak things fed on ego and mother’s cooking. But those of her sisters, parents, teachers, uncles, aunts were not immune either. As if no other names existed they chanted her name, their hearts lying on her palm, for her to playfully squeeze one or the other,……………