Endings

I finished a book and it left me drained. I am working on a review for my next post. It has to wait for a couple of days because I am conflicted about what to write for the review. Here are some stories instead.

25 January 2014

The Fire

We have our dinner

And enjoy our dessert.

You build me a fire,

It feels so warm and cozy.

You lay on my hip

And the cat lays on yours.

Our home is happy,

Sitting by the fire.

26 January 2014

The Masquerade

She entered the ballroom, her gown as extravagant as the rest. With laced sleeves and foam green silk dress she was ready for the party. Her hair was tall and powdered. She designed her hair outfit to be a sea scene, every lady told a story with her gown and hair. Sea shells adorned her powdered wig and her mask was the same color as her dress. She was there to dance and drink, rubbing elbows with the Parisian aristocrats like herself.

Masquerades were all the rage in Paris. It was rumored that even the king and queen came to ones as fancy as this one. She danced for hours with her friends and cousins who escorted her to the party. After a break and several treats, she stood up to dance some more. She looked across the dance floor and that's when she saw him. He was dressed all in black with a deep blue cape, a black hat and a black and gold mask.

His ocean blue eyes met her shamrock green eyes and time stood still. Everyone was dancing and flirting but it is like a path opened up just for them. She couldn't move, his gaze was breathtaking. She looked down in modesty, he smiled as she fanned her face. She looked back up and walked to the champagne table, he followed. He kept a slight distance from her, she was a lady after all.

She went to the dance floor with her friends, he watched. She was so elegant and graceful. She enjoyed his gaze, it made her cheeks blush. If she wasn't wearing make up and rouge her entire face would be red. The night was coming to a close and they had been partaking in this flirty exchange all night yet he never approached. Was he a gentleman or was she not to his taste? She couldn't tell. She couldn't help feeling attracted to his magnetic game.

“Come, come we have to go amie! We have to get home before the sun comes up!” said her friend, grabbing her elbow and pulling her towards their carriage.

“D'accord! D'accord!” she said reluctantly. She turned one last time to look for her stranger but he wasn't there. As she turned around, someone grabbed her elbow.

“Pardon mademoiselle, you forgot this,” it was him! He handed her a pink rose. It had a note wrapped around it wrapped in blue silk ribbon. He kissed her hand and disappeared into the night.

The note read, “Your gaze entranced me, your grace and modesty engulfed my heart and desire. Please send word to me of who you are if you felt the same. Ask for Gaston de Cygne, I would like to know you.” He was the Comte de Cygne's son! She had caught the eye of an aristocrat just like her family had always wanted. She quickly penned a note for her driver to deliver to her masked Comte. Her night was a success and her feet were properly sore. She was off to her warm bed to dream of her handsome stranger.