hush

Silence is golden, it is said.

Golden when shared in comfort. Golden when you are alone, letting it gild your world. Ah, but, when used to ignore, silence is lead. A club wielded with great power...stronger than screaming harsh words. It is isolating, a declaration of control, a blanket of disdain.

I am smothered in its folds.

one word~keychain

he'd loved her deeply, and spent time with her, slowing winning her attention, her affection, her love in return.

"i give you my heart.", she said... smiling into his eyes.

with that phrase, he took that heart... used the proper chemicals to shrink and preserve it, and eventually put it on his keychain--joining the others already there.

one word~nuclear

the nuclear meds filled her body, made her radioactive. after a length of time, they faded and her children came back home to live, wondering where they could sit and protect her future grandchildren.

she assured them there was no problem, she'd found an old blanket and sat on it, later throwing it away.

the son looked at her beaming face.

"a blanket, mom? you sat on a blanket to stop radiation?"

"yes!" she said, voice full of pride.

"wow. good idea. shame the people of hiroshima didn't think of blankets."

she stood, feeling silly for what she'd done, surrounded by their loving laughter.

life

just when you think you’ve hit calm waters, currents take you out deep, where the waves are massive, where the riptide grabs you and keeps...and you think…

….i really, really don’t like the ocean.

one word~lawyer

jules argued her case like a seasoned lawyer.

she laid out points of law, logic and closed with a plea that would have won over the most cynical of juries.

it made no difference. the judge and jury were wrapped up in the body of one person, who held complete power over her as she stood there, worn out by her words and the emotions that wove through them.

he smiled, gave her kudos for her well thought out presentation, said how she'd moved him... and shot her anyway.

one word~hook

the hook was easy... give them a bit of time with the game, and let them think they could win.

afterward, when they are putting down money right and left, you do a bit of a switch up, and they'll continue to accept losing, not realising what you've done--that you've changed the rules to suit you.

it worked for years for james...until he met laura... who knew the hook, the set up and the game far better than he did. by the time she was done, he'd lost his money, his car--his heart.

one word~cash

she never had cash--she worked on the barter system.

food for housework, clothes for watching children, a car for sex.

don't call her a prostitute...call her a wife.