In Idyll, there is a place that appears different to all who encounter it. It is best described as a river, but whether it is a clear-glass stream or a lake of blood-thick ink, whether the building in the centre is a new cottage or a skyscraper ruin--or whether this structure exists at all--depends on the individual. This is The River Windrose, named for the petals that drift with the wind to the spaces of the unconscious.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

D:CM Interlude: Matchmaker

PREVIOUS (Better Deals)
“I sent them away.”

“What?”

Sherman stared at the divorce papers and the ring in the envelope. He sighed with resignation. 

“What did you offer her?” Sherman asked, a smirk on his face. 

“I offered them credit cards. All charges paid for, no expiration or blackout dates.”

 Jeriah was stunned in place, his breathing suddenly shallow. “Amery didn’t take it,” he breathed, more to convince himself than anyone else. No. She couldn’t have. Had he overestimated? He hadn’t told her yet—had he been wrong to wait?

His grandmother handed him the envelope he had been to scared to open. 
He was going to wait until after the announcement was made. When it was all over, and she knew he had no more reason to lie. He cut the envelope open and a rose-gold ring with inlaid diamonds fell out. 

He remembered the day they’d gone to get the ring resized. Gareth had teased him about getting his own fiancé’s ring size wrong. Amery had giggled at their banter. Was he never going to hear that lilting laugh again? 
Behind him, Gareth snickered at his distress. Lynna shushed him with bated breath. 

Behind the ring was a burgundy and gold card, entirely untouched. He could almost hear her voice that morning: It’s not about the money, Jer.

“Where is she?”

“She just left… oh, about 15 minutes ago,” Grandmother commented nonchalantly.

He was gone, his phone against his ear before he was out the door.

Behind him, his grandmother’s face glowed with warmth and fondness.

“I never knew you liked to play matchmaker, Grandma,” Lynna commented. 

“I never knew it how much fun it was. Maybe since I’m retiring I can do more of it and make sure my grandchildren don’t have terrible marriages like my children do.” Grandmother’s eyes were soft as she gazed outside the window. 
“Now, about you and Ms. Norton….”

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Notes:
Ok I know this is just cheese now, but this was also really fun to write. 

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