Short stories

The maiden (wo)man of many words

Flying through the sky as the wind passes by
Walking along the ballroom.
Full of the aristocrats chatting as the music flows through.
Having the Melody being heard as the hearts beats along.
The aristocrats drinking the finest of wine while slurring their words.
Then there was silence as a woman in pink gracefully walked,
step by step, down the winding stairs.
People left and right see her and stop what they are doing
just to get a glimpse of her beauty.
But what they do not know is the beauty right next to her.
Glistening in a brilliant blue of many shades, just like the sister.
The only difference is that the one next to her is not a girl.
But a boy.
Who is dressed in an elegant suit of many shades of blue and white.
With chocolate brown hair that reaches his neck.
Eyes that of honey and gold.
Lips small and plump in a shade of light pink.
Skin like silk and pale white.
Unlike his sister who was pale with a bit of tan.

Only one did see him that night.

A man of golden yellow and pitch black.

Staring at the boy's beauty
as he slowly and shyly walks down the steps beside his sister.
Cautiously and gracefully in an attempt to not humiliate his parents.
On the final step, he trips a bit and looks frightfully at his parents,
who are shooting daggers into the poor boy's body and soul.
As they make eye contact the boy quickly looks down to his feet for fear of punishment.
Slightly shaking coming to a stop as his sister puts a calming hand on his shoulder.
Coming in eye contact the boy smiles appreciating and overflowing with love and admiration of his sister.
The man of gold and night sees the boy smile and fawns in love as he stares at the beauty.
The party coming to a start the similar siblings walk to their reserved seats.
One on the side of the father the other on the side of the mother.
One fearing for their life, the other full of happiness for the night that is to come.