First piece...currently untitled (feel free to suggest): A dark night, gentle rain and a lone woman walking along the cobbled street at a hurried pace; her fine fingers holding two leashes, one stretched taut before her and the other slack and wandering by her side. She hurries without being afraid but the glances over her shoulder tell a different story; one of stress and worry where she not only stars but has caused it all herself. It must be her own demons that haunt her; no footsteps can be heard behind her but still she stops and starts and steals glances at her surroundings as she walks. Her companions are eclectic; a large midnight black dog pulls her onward, only visible in the dim lamplight and a small white ball of fur of a non-descript species wanders around languidly sniffing at the boxes and bins that line the street. Hidden, under the woman’s ruffed grey coat, is a small brown furry creature much like a bat crossed with a squirrel but it isn’t very important to note this fact as it is currently asleep. The big dog, which seems to act as the woman’s protector, does not sniff or stop but instead ploughs on with his goal in mind and nothing will stop him. On the other hand the small ball of fluff doesn’t care about direction or about anything at all really, every streetlamp is there to be sniffed and life couldn’t get any better. In a way you could say that her pets balance the woman; the black dogs’ determination alongside the curiosity and freedom of the white fluff ball; accompanied by the cuteness and delicateness of the sugar glider currently sleeping in her coat pocket. Against her better judgement the woman stops and leans against a streetlamp, her coiffed red curls collapsing when pressed against the cold metal. She sighs heavily as she tries to relieve the burden on her mind; the dog keeps pulling at its leash but her furry companion sits and seems to sigh in its own fluffy way. Slowly she slides down the post to a sitting position; she is already too soaked from walking in the rain to care about the wet cobbles she is sitting on. As she sits her dog gives up its struggle and joins her, sitting in front of her bent knees and keeping watch.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 14:20:16 +0000
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