storyteller

She winced  groaned deeply

pain

          unremitting

she held her eyes shut tight

tears that tried to seep between her eyelids were slivered and staunched

cinched between her luxuriant eyelashes

Tellmeastory  she gasped

Tell meastory

she knew he was there

he wouldnt be anywhere else

A story  he said carefully  trying not  to betray his emotions   hanging by the thinnest thread

Its difficult love

No  more    difficult she gasped   thanbeing    in  here

No

A story

Yes  storyteller

You    al ways      hava    story     to  tell

she groaned                                                                                                                                           

It  is    one   ofthe  reasons           I   love         you

I   want  tahear      your  voice

he wanted to hear hers again  without the pain  hear her laughter  see her delicious smile on her face

erase the tortured pale expressions that were conquering her countenance  erasing her beauty  contorting it into a horrible  twisted mask

Please   Iwanna     hear   your           voice

You  do not know  how    it   comforts me

Tell    me  a special       story

Only  for  me

he began  . . .

1217,  Friday, 31 7. 15  a blue moon tonight 

 (originally Moanday, 10  3. 08)