Monday, July 10, 2017

Blaze:To Blaze Aboard The Matter Page 3


Blaze
…to blaze abroad the matter… 

Chapter One page 3
Autumn Provides 





Blaze walked over to Matthew squatting so that he and she were eye to eye. “It’s your choice as to how long you stay in this position,” she whispered. Matthew’s piercing stare gave Blaze her answer. Standing and crossing her arms Blaze said aloud, “You’re not very bright are you? Open your eyes you imbecile.” Matthew’s stare became even more menacing. Giving up Blaze turned and smiled at Autumn she motioned for the two to sit on the couch. Their long talk went well into the night.
     Three months went by and Autumn blossomed. No longer did she looked frail and dirty. Her pale cheeks had resumed its rosy color, her shoulder length brunette hair was clean and shiny, the scrawny body was replaced with a figure that turned heads.
     She wore clean dresses that her new “mom” had made. The breakfast that Blaze had made filled the air with the aroma of sweet bread, molasses, and a peeled naval orange. Autumn stared at her mom, who was washing the dishes. Autumn was taken aback by her beauty. Blaze had hair as black as tar that shined and shimmered like the stars. Her violet colored oval shaped eyes were mesmerizing. She possessed flawless brown skin that came into contrast but somehow complemented her full purple lips. Blaze’s high cheek bones were the distinguishing point of her beauty. I love my beautiful new mom, she thought.

     Autumn took a bite of her sweet bread before asking, “Mom, what is your real name?” “I am Blaze, my darling little one.”  “How can that be?” “Blaze is the fiery lady who helped me.” “I am she, she is me we are one.” answered Blaze. “Oh I see,” replied Autumn, but she really didn't see. Autumn drank her glass of milk after she had consumed her meal. She made a quick trip to the washroom before kissing Blaze’s cheek. Autumn waved goodbye to her father. Matthew’s ominous stare no longer frightened Autumn. She had developed a profound pity for her mean spirited father instead.


     Her father Matthew, sat unable to speak or move, hated his daughter.  He could not understand why she looks at him with pity and believe it or not, with love.  How could Autumn love him after the horrible way he had treated her? He pushed that thought in the back of his mind, and summoned his hatred to surface once more. 

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To be continued...

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