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"Only Glass"

It was shortly after she had woken to the sound of glass breaking that she began to investigate. It was two in the morning on a Sunday – or Saturday night, still, technically. She sat dangling her feet over the side of the bed, stretching and slowly preparing to move more fluidly. She took the metallic blue cane that was always propped against the wall next to her nightstand. She kept canes in various rooms for that sort of reason. Her husband was away on business again. People might say that a young disabled woman home alone should never go out at night. Those people were background static. She had been born like this and it had never stopped her.
Slowly, she dressed fully: socks, panties, jeans, bra, tee shirt. Hiking style pull on boots. Her arms shook a little from the spastic hypertonia. She considered at least bringing a couple of daggers. Of course, if it wasn’t a physical kind of danger, the daggers would be somewhat useless. She grabbed a charoite wand and a black tourmaline wand and put them in her back pocket. Next to the daggers.
The sounds had come from well outside the house, so she turned on the hall light, went casually downstairs, and unlocked the door.
Taking a deep breath, she said out loud and mentally, “I am armed in both manners. I am willing to face you. If you represent a threat, you must understand what I will do to you.”
In the utter silence, the sound of glass breaking came through much louder and much closer.
In her front yard.
She opened the door, hands at her sides, right palm open to the wind while her left hand kept a firm grip on the rubber head of the cane. The glass-breaker seemed to hesitate.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said verbally and mentally. “I don’t need the cane all the time. Now. You woke me up. But you haven’t disturbed my cats yet. So you may just want something. I’m willing to talk.”
The leaves on the maple tree in her yard rustled. The entity made the sound of a wine glass striking a wood table and materialized.
“Ah,” she smiled. “It’s just you again.”

Date: 2013-05-17 10:54 pm (UTC)
ashbet: (Angel of Death 2)
From: [personal profile] ashbet
Oh, very nice!

Date: 2013-05-18 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oooh, I like it! Now I'm all curious. Is the glass sound stuff the way it communicates? How does she know it from before? Are they on first-name tea-having terms? What does it want, that it's showing up in the middle of the night?

I just looked up black tourmaline, since I'd never heard of it before, and found this: surely the coolest looking stone sphere next to seraphinite I've ever seen. (I collect stone spheres, super-small collection so far but I adore them. My dad gave me a spherical meteorite last year for my b-day and I was ecstatic.)

Date: 2013-05-18 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Hm. The rest of the story needs to get here faster. I know that they have met before, and they have actually had tea (actually), and that the glass sound is just how it announces itself except there are lots more of its kind so she never knows which one it is which is why she takes weapons, and I think it's showing up in the middle of the night because it's... scared? Worried? Ngh. Get here, story!

Date: 2013-05-23 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like this and would love to read more!


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