Three girls shaped by the horrors of society find a quiet and lethal survival. They are fire, ice and wonder, they couldn't be more different. Yet their fierce loyalty and friendship is the anchor in the storms that they must withstand. They are not...
Sometimes in our lives We all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me When you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on... - Bill Withers ("Lean on Me")
I was looking at the intricate lace work of my black elbow length gloves, they were like a second skin but more beautiful, more evil. That is when she nudged my leg with her peep toe sandals, not that I felt it with the layers of tuttle surrounding me, a marron so sullied with black that it was more black then red..
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I looked up at her blue eyes, and saw the trepidation brewing in them. She was nervous to commit the deed when any of her future 'friend' might notice her. After all she was our eyes and ears, under cover of a gossip monger; a cover we would not like to blow anytime soon. But I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
My attention snapped to our target for the night, a man in an old fashioned tail-coat and bow-tie. His balding ginger hair could be seen three seats ahead of us in the congested opera house. The woman droned on and on , normally I would enjoy the touch of classic but today I was at work and couldn't help but notice even if the man's breathing changed.
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The congested seating arrangement was making her sweat I knew it without looking , that to my left my other coworker was trying her best not to dab her fore-head every five minutes. But we couldn't complain about the crowd as it was easier to pick a sheep out of the herd and kill it, no one would notice in the mayhem until its too late.
Finally , the waiter appeared a few rows away and that was our signal.
And so I sneezed, Sofie to my right , playing the worried friend began to fuss over me and then our other friend joined in too. We created a stir and a few snobby faces turned to us. Then the waiter came to us to serve refreshments and the peep-toe made another appearance as his try went crashing down , a few ladies jumped out of the way to rescue their expensive dresses. The guards too looks over at the row that was once again making a chaos. Perfect.
I looked at the stage and focused, a flame lit near the curtain and the cellist who sat closest began his bleating. The wooden amphitheater suddenly felt like a death and the people started scrambling, the engagement feast of the rich young lord forgotten. The guards were busy securing the lord and his to-be bride and ensuring their safe escape.
