Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
Heels tapped along the floor. Hips pivoted as she walked. Hair bouncing, pale eyes wide as she felt the power of her grace. Her majesty, her headmistress. Cheeks blotted in a soft pink, matching her moist lips. Her hair was pinned back into a tail, a refined mane of the passionate mare. “Oh my darling, oh my darling! My precious darling of all the land. I have my wand, your slippers and coach awaiting for you to dance at the ball.” Margo stood beside the grandfather clock, her own head tilting as she scanned the hands. Her head turned back, looking from side to side in waiting to strike and pounce. Her plan was set as she ran her fingers along the arms as she changed the time to noon. She gasped as the clock rang, the bells clasping together, ringing through the room as Margo stepped back grinning.
“So says the clock my darling! Time for another spot of tea! Come along Mistress! Do not be shy.” Margo looked around the room as she pulled out a chair to sit at the long rectangular table. “Upon Heaven’s gate one would knock, surly not to sit and enjoy the thrill of my adoring Mistress! Come milady, oh goodness sake. Time is ticking, perhaps I should restart, to turn back time and our meeting. Ignore the politics and the concepts! For time with me is ever so precious! Come be precious with me! Precious little girls remembering that far back yesterday.”
Margo giggled as she placed her hands upon her lap as she waited for a reply. “Oh darling, my precious darling. I love your voice so much. Sing to me in return for I have so much to tell. Come share with me milady.”
Margo’s voice was the chime, dinging as she sung the spoken word. Calling out to her dear friend, the maker of the school.
“So says the clock my darling! Time for another spot of tea! Come along Mistress! Do not be shy.” Margo looked around the room as she pulled out a chair to sit at the long rectangular table. “Upon Heaven’s gate one would knock, surly not to sit and enjoy the thrill of my adoring Mistress! Come milady, oh goodness sake. Time is ticking, perhaps I should restart, to turn back time and our meeting. Ignore the politics and the concepts! For time with me is ever so precious! Come be precious with me! Precious little girls remembering that far back yesterday.”
Margo giggled as she placed her hands upon her lap as she waited for a reply. “Oh darling, my precious darling. I love your voice so much. Sing to me in return for I have so much to tell. Come share with me milady.”
Margo’s voice was the chime, dinging as she sung the spoken word. Calling out to her dear friend, the maker of the school.