Remanence_The Moon Witch and Atonement Day_Holiday Call_Translucency
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Remanence
I told you that I didn’t love you on the night of the blackout, the night the whole city went dark at once, lights blinking out on streets and in windows like a thousand candles snuffed by some unseen hand. At first you didn’t believe me. “Of course you love me,” you said. You were standing by the window, watching the flashing lights from the nightclub across the street. The neon colors lit up your whole body, washing you in purple, then in red, then blue. “I don’t,” I said. “You do.” “No,” I insisted. “No. I know wwww.onedoor.cchat loving you feels like. This isn’t it.” You turned to f...
The Moon Witch and Atonement Day
I am crouched in one of the many storage closets of NASA, shaking. The events of the last several days have given me little time to sleep or process. Well, now I am processing. And processing. And processing. I have been in here for several hours, going over what happened, again and again, and my legs stiff and cramping.Five days ago, was Atonement Day, an annual event. I was standing in the living room with my older brother and mother. Father was gardening in the yard, his way of de-stressing. The TV was on national news, a reporter in a black suit standing in front of a large stage wi...
Holiday Call
“Margaret — call for you.” William enjoyed her scowl of displeasure. She had been annoying him all day. He felt it only just that she have to take the call this year. He wouldn’t admit how much pleasure he took in her discomfort. William was stout, dressed in an old-fashioned tweed suit, with his tie loosened, and the top button of his pants unbuttoned for comfort. His hair, sleek, white, and still thick, was combed across his head, parted with a ruler on the left.Margaret was thin rather than stout, with iron-gray curls rioting around her head. She had a thick robe placed over her dress, keep...
Translucency
Greta helps me put on my translucent. It falls over my body, hiding my curves and swells with the purity and flatness of white. “It fits you well, sister.”This is a new translucent as I have grown over Summer. The last one was beginning to show my skin around my ankles, and the skin upon my wrists. Greta’s translucent is also white, so white it is almost blinding. Only her hands and face are revealed, but I know she is a woman with hidden curves like mine.She has me sit on a stool, and carefully shaves my head, then I do the same for her. I wonder what her hair will be like when she intertwine...