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"Metaphores" by Sylvia Plath
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”Hey, Nym, did you hear what I said?”
I looked up at the face of my best friend Claudette. Although she’s sitting on the barstool beside me, she almost a full head taller. Claudette is blessed with a long torso, long legs, and long silky black curls. If we hadn’t known each other for years, I might have felt over shadowed by her looks. By day she an accountant for the Department of Finance, by night she was a sex-kitten despite the fact that she’s been ‘married’ for almost a year. Claudette confessed to me once that she only accepted the designation because it promised financial stability and because he too came from a high ranking family. I often suspected that I have a better relationship with Charles that she does with her partner.
”I said, don’t you think that dress over there is gorgeous? I want one.”
I looked at the direction she indicated. The dress was indeed gorgeous, at least if you were in to shimmering, black silk that draped across your body and barely managed to conceal parts of your chest. It was clear the woman wasn’t wearing a bra.
”I wonder how it manages to stay on. Tape maybe?”
Claudette looked at me incredulously before her mouth formed a smile. ”Maybe. I’ll go ask her.” With that she downed her martini in one go and headed off. Normally I would follow at her heals but I didn’t feel in the mood and I knew my friend could handle herself. Despite the loud music, upbeat tempo, and mash of bodies strung together on the dance floor, nothing in Club Esscro could distract me from my thoughts. Like a mantra the words pounded my brain over and over again.
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
Mildred Backer was the name of the assistant who worked with Dr. Lark before I had joined his lab. I had thought the doctor had always worked alone but the truth was that he just hadn’t had an assistant in a long time.
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
I shouldn’t be so clumsy. I shouldn’t have stayed late at work. I never meant drop my keys behind the filing cabinet. I should have gone straight to the club. Why did I enter the user name and password I found scribbled on a piece of notebook paper into my computer?
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
Mildred Backer. Vitamin 546.
Vitamin 546 was the project Dr. Lark and Dr. Backer had worked on together. Ten years ago it was released to the market where it met with booming success. Although it’s prescription only, it’s fairly easy to get ahold of and is prescribed to help treat everything from depression to arthritis.
”Only it doesn’t treat depression and arthritis, does it Nym?” A voice whispers in my head. ”Mildred Baker knew that too. Maybe that’s why Mildred’s not around anymore?
A loud screech next to me has me almost jump out of my skin, but it’s just Claudette sliding her stool closer to mine.
”Thought you looked a little lonely over here.” she says before getting the bar tender’s attention and ordering another drink. When she turns away, I see an outline of bright red lipstick on her cheek. I don’t say anything right away but wait until my heart settles back into my chest and I can breathe again.
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Kaitlyn looked back over her shoulder when the mage voiced her thanks. She hadn’t expected Thea to wake up so quickly but then, perhaps she was a light sleeper. The dim light of the single candle cast shadows over the mages face but Kaitlyn could still make out the hands that clutched at the thin blankets of the bed. The whole situation made the Templar feel akin to a paramour, sneaking away after some illicit affair. Thea’s pleading words for her to stay didn’t help.
What the mage did next was even more unexpected. Kaitlyn flushed and turned her eyes to the buttons on her damp undershirt as Thea got out of bed and went over to retrieve her robes. Kaitlyn was almost done dressing herself when she felt the warmth of the mage’s arm on her arm. The touch, however, was far from pleasant. Her wound was quiet tender thanks to the recent activity and the pressure of Thea’s hand sent lashes of pain throughout the limb. Kaitlyn tried her best not to instinctively wince away. The sensation served to ground the Templar.
“I…” Kaitlyn struggled for the words to let Thea down as easy as possible. ”I can’t? I want to do the honorable thing? I don’t trust myself? I am a Templar and you’re a mage? I think I might be tainted? I need to be alone?” No. That last part was a lie. She didn’t desire to be alone with her thoughts, with the reality of Wendell’s death still fresh or the possibility of an agonizing death which was already whispering promises of coming quicker rather than later. Kaitlyn was already feeling unusually warm and she didn’t think it was simply the nearness of her attractive traveling companion.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Kaitlyn finished. There. That at least, was the truth. Still, she wished she could give in, wished she could lay beside Thea in the small bed and bask in the comfort of her company. “In a few days’ time…” The Templar didn’t finish. She didn’t think she had to.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me.” That was the proper place for a guard. It’s where she’d expected to spend the night when she’d requested only one room. First, to make sure Thea didn’t escape but more importantly that no one felt the need to disturb the mage’s sleep. Thea was old enough to arise some suspicion about the reason why she needed to be escorted. At her age, few would believe she was going to the Circle for the first time. Most of the villagers might reason the mage was a run-away apostate or worse and news in a small town was known for traveling fast.
What the mage did next was even more unexpected. Kaitlyn flushed and turned her eyes to the buttons on her damp undershirt as Thea got out of bed and went over to retrieve her robes. Kaitlyn was almost done dressing herself when she felt the warmth of the mage’s arm on her arm. The touch, however, was far from pleasant. Her wound was quiet tender thanks to the recent activity and the pressure of Thea’s hand sent lashes of pain throughout the limb. Kaitlyn tried her best not to instinctively wince away. The sensation served to ground the Templar.
“I…” Kaitlyn struggled for the words to let Thea down as easy as possible. ”I can’t? I want to do the honorable thing? I don’t trust myself? I am a Templar and you’re a mage? I think I might be tainted? I need to be alone?” No. That last part was a lie. She didn’t desire to be alone with her thoughts, with the reality of Wendell’s death still fresh or the possibility of an agonizing death which was already whispering promises of coming quicker rather than later. Kaitlyn was already feeling unusually warm and she didn’t think it was simply the nearness of her attractive traveling companion.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Kaitlyn finished. There. That at least, was the truth. Still, she wished she could give in, wished she could lay beside Thea in the small bed and bask in the comfort of her company. “In a few days’ time…” The Templar didn’t finish. She didn’t think she had to.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me.” That was the proper place for a guard. It’s where she’d expected to spend the night when she’d requested only one room. First, to make sure Thea didn’t escape but more importantly that no one felt the need to disturb the mage’s sleep. Thea was old enough to arise some suspicion about the reason why she needed to be escorted. At her age, few would believe she was going to the Circle for the first time. Most of the villagers might reason the mage was a run-away apostate or worse and news in a small town was known for traveling fast.
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Out of the corner of my eye I see Kassie Lovelack bee-line towards my hotdog stand. Her dark brown, wavy hair plays in the wind while her bare arms, tanned and tattooed with a variety of pictures shone in the sun. She would have been breath taking, as she usually was, if not for the angry scowl creasing her lips. I braced myself for impact.
"Why? I hope she is worth you screwing up, wait till I tell the Boss."
I could tell by the way she walked towards me that she was angry but I hadn't expected her reaction. Was she doubting my competency or was she jealous? I secretly hoped for the latter. Even angry, Kassie was quite attractive. ”Is this really such a good idea, us meeting like this?” I said casually, spraying down then wiping the counter of my cart that held the condiments. ”I suggest you check yourself.” My tone was friendly enough but I didn't smile.
I was secretly irritated at her. Both for threatening to blow out cover but also for threatening to rat me out. Yet, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to argue with Kassie when she’s in one of her ‘moods’. Kassie knows we run a risk meeting with each other like this. The government has already come sniffing around my apartment in the past week. I don’t need them to see me consorting with someone else on their “questionable persons” list.
”Do you have something against the woman? She wasn’t a good target.” I say in a low voice. My lips barely move and my eyes never raise to meet hers. I don't feel the need to justify my actions to her. I knew I had been stupidly sentimental. ”I can easily find someone else." Kassie didn't seem to be getting the message. "Mind you, that’s very difficult when someone is frightening the customers away. Some of us have to work to make rent.”
I knew I shouldn’t be mean to her and honestly, I felt bad about it. Nevertheless, I could no more take my words back than I could wipe Louisa’s fingerprints back on the can. I also knew, like the rest of the Rebels, the importance of planting the evidence before tomorrow morning when the bomb went off.
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