Post by fleurbelladonna on Jan 6, 2006 17:24:30 GMT
Tall grasses and sweet smelling roses, a garden full of lovely things, and all the cool freedoms that a summer day could bring.
The taste of rain in the breezes, and the moist morning dew, that drips on you from the tall old trees. The sound of breakfast and the distant roar of a lovely rain storm, still so far away.
And always, there was that blissfully quiet-
"-quieter, more efficient rail ways and-"
Damn radio, had disrupted her thoughts again. Couldn't Chay even keep her old world, in her dreams anymore? No, even here they denied her that. Sighing she left the room where her husband sat, listening to the radio bemusedly working on something or another. She honestly, could care less.
Chay, wasn't remotely happy at the moment, her husband had denied her what would have been the jewel of her collection of household plants- water hemlock.
Ok, so it wasn't exactly a normal household plant, her argument, had been its rarity and therefore, how wonderful it would be to own something so rare that their neighbors, would surely not have it. Unfortunately, the store owner had told her husband the worst piece of information about it as well, its toxicity. That ruined it. Of course, she acted as shocked as him, but it still had killed any chance of owning such a fatal poison.
Rather unhappy now, and bored, she conceded to watering her plants in the kitchen, and clearing up the evening meal with a pleasant hum, all the while watching her husband vomit to death mentally. But no, he was still too valuable.
Far too valuable.
The taste of rain in the breezes, and the moist morning dew, that drips on you from the tall old trees. The sound of breakfast and the distant roar of a lovely rain storm, still so far away.
And always, there was that blissfully quiet-
"-quieter, more efficient rail ways and-"
Damn radio, had disrupted her thoughts again. Couldn't Chay even keep her old world, in her dreams anymore? No, even here they denied her that. Sighing she left the room where her husband sat, listening to the radio bemusedly working on something or another. She honestly, could care less.
Chay, wasn't remotely happy at the moment, her husband had denied her what would have been the jewel of her collection of household plants- water hemlock.
Ok, so it wasn't exactly a normal household plant, her argument, had been its rarity and therefore, how wonderful it would be to own something so rare that their neighbors, would surely not have it. Unfortunately, the store owner had told her husband the worst piece of information about it as well, its toxicity. That ruined it. Of course, she acted as shocked as him, but it still had killed any chance of owning such a fatal poison.
Rather unhappy now, and bored, she conceded to watering her plants in the kitchen, and clearing up the evening meal with a pleasant hum, all the while watching her husband vomit to death mentally. But no, he was still too valuable.
Far too valuable.