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The Queen, Part 7

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shhhh, no words are to be spoken

He was tall, hair black and slick, a malevolent stare carved into his face

Quickly we walked through the busy street. Transients stopped their mumbling and searching to see the passing of my queen, looking at her with what seemed like familiarity. I love the attention she brings, it makes me feel, important, necessary. Pressing our way into an ornate doorway, I found us in the company of a hardened contemptuous fellow, on his neck, a bold tattoo advertising his contempt for the law. He was tall, hair black and slick, a malevolent stare carved into his face that spoke things words could never say. I thought of the fight the night before, hoping I could avoid another confrontation. He grabbed her, roughly pressing an envelope into her shaking hand, then a backpack, the contents unknown to me, and surely would stay that way judging by the lock apparatus securing it. She struggled with the weight initially, but with a pained look, threw it over her porcelain shoulder, flicking back her long hair to make a place for it, not a word being exchanged. We turned immediately and walked back out to the street. Stopping her around the next corner to ask my questions, the crowd murmuring at our midstream rendezvous, she patiently held her hand to my mouth again, no words should be spoken. Her soft fingers touching me gave me a rush, flooding me instantly with memories of passion past. Her eyes let me know, she knew what to do, I was merely a guest on this mysterious ride, my purpose being accomplished by my presence, not my words. Sensing my objection, my queen pulled me into an alley. Pushing me against the wall, her hands caressed me, demanding my full attention, dulling my reason. I sighed, with my body a willing ally for her, I fell quickly to her reasoning. After all, this is the reason why I work my mundane, back breaking job, so I might guard her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen's castle.

First written in: opinionsofeye.com



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By Uttam Gill on December 11, 2011 at 05:09 am

equanimity of the characters are build up with extreme passion ;this makes me wonder to hop between your angle and queen...You and your thoughts are like tectonic plates...great job done sager

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By Ed Attanasio on December 12, 2011 at 05:53 pm

This is my favorite part yet. Nice Sager.

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By D. Sager on December 12, 2011 at 09:51 pm

thanks Ed! Im trying to dial in the writing skills...I think I'm getting better...ride on...Peace!!!

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