Subsequent Wickedness
The PlayGround Experience
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“To an ignorant lady, she wants to look attractive and beautiful while some conscienceless men prey on That Beauty…”
― Attributed: Sunday Adelaja
“The hunter is patient. The prey is careless.”
― Jeff Wheeler, The Blight of Muirwood
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An Excerpt from “Lucidity”
We both had become bored, and that is pretty much the reason in it’s entirety of why we snuck off….
It was pitch black outside as we made our way from the outdoor wedding reception we had been attending.
Entering the woods, we started down a well worn white stone path, our eyes quickly adjusting so that what had at first appeared to be an inky blackness, soon became a very real, very surreal, world of shadows and misty shapes.
We suddenly found ourselves by a small narrow clearing, and my sister looking down the hill, saw the playground, a distance off through the woods.
My sister grasped my arm, there it is, let’s go over she whispered, not wishing to totally break the silence.!
Her long rhinestone earrings, swinging along from her earlobes, were dancing in and out of her hair as she pleaded to me.
Observing her sparkling jewels, I held my thoughts in check. Maybe the playground would offer up some entertaining possibilities?!
Even though the path did not go that way, we soon spied a well-used route, not stoned over like the one we were currently following, but unmistakable a short cut through to the playground.
I pointed it out and She happily took the path, heading off to the playground and all its assorted attractions.
I slowed down, letting my sister get to wondering a bit ahead, pretending in my mind of being someone with a devious intent on the ( in my mind, real) jewels that were dangling and sparkling along this fetching lass clad in a shiny gown that swished and swirled about her figure in a rather enchanting fashion.
My sister soon took a turn ahead of me on the path, disappearing around a corner.
Further down, at the edge of the playground, I saw a bench across the path facing a cupid like statue. Behind the bench was the large trunk of a rather ancient tree.
As I reached it, I slipped in behind the trunk to hide .
Spying a short knobby stick at my feet, I picked it up…may come in handy I thought a bit wickedly as I prepared to play at being Robin Hood!
Soon I heard her call my name, then silence, except for the swishing of her long gown as she quickly came back up the path. From a hole in a large bush, I could see was looking side to side, her jewels sparkling nicely,rather invitingly. Like in a noir film movie, where the richly decked out heroine was walking out alone, unprotected, who was in sinister danger of losing her valuables, ….. a loss of jewels Like this one was about to encounter!
I waited for her to innocently pass me by, as I lurked back from her sight in the shadows of my tree.
She suddenly stopped, catching a stone in one of her heels.
She limped over to the bench and stooping over pulled off the offending heel and shook it.
I dropped the knobby stick, smelling a new opportunity that was ripe for the picking..
I slipped out ,quiet as a church mouse, and snuck up behind her on the heels of my feet.
Reaching my intended victim without any notice, I held my hands over her eyes.
She immediately straightened up, I could feel her figure freezing rigid.
I could also feel her long earrings under my palms as I held my fingers over her eyes.
I bent over and said in her ear, ” guess who lass?” as I eyed up close several of my objectives just dangling there with no care in the world.
After I spoke, I started pulling my hands from her eyes, and lifted back her hair with my thumbs, while resting my fingers gently upon her earlobes. Both of her earrings dangling coolly from out underneath..!
Suddenly, with a giggle, my twin jumped up and ran off ahead, disappearing down into the misty shadows of the playground.
I waited a few long minutes, giving more then time enough to let her get a head start.
Reaching the stairs that led down in what we called “The Playground” I looked over the many object’s half laying in the shadows….
As my eyes went along to each of the pieces, strewn about like chessman on grass filled nightmarish board, I wickedly thought of the enticing games each could playout.
The was no sign of my twin sister, whom I knew was lurking in the area, watching me from the hiding place she had fled too, as she tried to control her rasping breath….
Just then lightening flashed from a still far off storm.
An Interesting twist to tonight’s contention, I thought ….as the crackling thunder permeated the area, it was agin lit up with a flickering demand…
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I then slowly made my way down, my feet silent on the moss-covered brick stairs, the hunter in search of the glittering prey he had sighted….
The PlayGround Experience
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
“To an ignorant lady, she wants to look attractive and beautiful while some conscienceless men prey on That Beauty…”
― Attributed: Sunday Adelaja
“The hunter is patient. The prey is careless.”
― Jeff Wheeler, The Blight of Muirwood
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
An Excerpt from “Lucidity”
We both had become bored, and that is pretty much the reason in it’s entirety of why we snuck off….
It was pitch black outside as we made our way from the outdoor wedding reception we had been attending.
Entering the woods, we started down a well worn white stone path, our eyes quickly adjusting so that what had at first appeared to be an inky blackness, soon became a very real, very surreal, world of shadows and misty shapes.
We suddenly found ourselves by a small narrow clearing, and my sister looking down the hill, saw the playground, a distance off through the woods.
My sister grasped my arm, there it is, let’s go over she whispered, not wishing to totally break the silence.!
Her long rhinestone earrings, swinging along from her earlobes, were dancing in and out of her hair as she pleaded to me.
Observing her sparkling jewels, I held my thoughts in check. Maybe the playground would offer up some entertaining possibilities?!
Even though the path did not go that way, we soon spied a well-used route, not stoned over like the one we were currently following, but unmistakable a short cut through to the playground.
I pointed it out and She happily took the path, heading off to the playground and all its assorted attractions.
I slowed down, letting my sister get to wondering a bit ahead, pretending in my mind of being someone with a devious intent on the ( in my mind, real) jewels that were dangling and sparkling along this fetching lass clad in a shiny gown that swished and swirled about her figure in a rather enchanting fashion.
My sister soon took a turn ahead of me on the path, disappearing around a corner.
Further down, at the edge of the playground, I saw a bench across the path facing a cupid like statue. Behind the bench was the large trunk of a rather ancient tree.
As I reached it, I slipped in behind the trunk to hide .
Spying a short knobby stick at my feet, I picked it up…may come in handy I thought a bit wickedly as I prepared to play at being Robin Hood!
Soon I heard her call my name, then silence, except for the swishing of her long gown as she quickly came back up the path. From a hole in a large bush, I could see was looking side to side, her jewels sparkling nicely,rather invitingly. Like in a noir film movie, where the richly decked out heroine was walking out alone, unprotected, who was in sinister danger of losing her valuables, ….. a loss of jewels Like this one was about to encounter!
I waited for her to innocently pass me by, as I lurked back from her sight in the shadows of my tree.
She suddenly stopped, catching a stone in one of her heels.
She limped over to the bench and stooping over pulled off the offending heel and shook it.
I dropped the knobby stick, smelling a new opportunity that was ripe for the picking..
I slipped out ,quiet as a church mouse, and snuck up behind her on the heels of my feet.
Reaching my intended victim without any notice, I held my hands over her eyes.
She immediately straightened up, I could feel her figure freezing rigid.
I could also feel her long earrings under my palms as I held my fingers over her eyes.
I bent over and said in her ear, ” guess who lass?” as I eyed up close several of my objectives just dangling there with no care in the world.
After I spoke, I started pulling my hands from her eyes, and lifted back her hair with my thumbs, while resting my fingers gently upon her earlobes. Both of her earrings dangling coolly from out underneath..!
Suddenly, with a giggle, my twin jumped up and ran off ahead, disappearing down into the misty shadows of the playground.
I waited a few long minutes, giving more then time enough to let her get a head start.
Reaching the stairs that led down in what we called “The Playground” I looked over the many object’s half laying in the shadows….
As my eyes went along to each of the pieces, strewn about like chessman on grass filled nightmarish board, I wickedly thought of the enticing games each could playout.
The was no sign of my twin sister, whom I knew was lurking in the area, watching me from the hiding place she had fled too, as she tried to control her rasping breath….
Just then lightening flashed from a still far off storm.
An Interesting twist to tonight’s contention, I thought ….as the crackling thunder permeated the area, it was agin lit up with a flickering demand…
^^^^^
I then slowly made my way down, my feet silent on the moss-covered brick stairs, the hunter in search of the glittering prey he had sighted….