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Visual dare - Indifference
Aug. 20th, 2013 11:14 pmThis is courtesy of Angela Goff; you can find her original post here. The story follows:
The youngest sister smiled at the young man with the briefcase. “Not going to rain, is it?” he said. She didn’t answer.
Of course it was going to rain. The sisters always met when it was stormy, because that was when they had the power to do justice. They gave people whatever they asked for - that young businessman, looking to impress his wife with his brilliant success; the older man, frustrated, proud, and angry, wanting to be company president; the woman dreaming of murdering her father-in-law; the middle-aged man looking for recompense for his long, silent, loyalty. All of them would get their reward. No one said they had to like it.
The weird sisters, dressed to the nines, strode through the storm and met strangers’ eyes. “What do you want?” they asked silently. “We can give it to you. Take care. What do you really want?”
The youngest sister smiled at the young man with the briefcase. “Not going to rain, is it?” he said. She didn’t answer.
Of course it was going to rain. The sisters always met when it was stormy, because that was when they had the power to do justice. They gave people whatever they asked for - that young businessman, looking to impress his wife with his brilliant success; the older man, frustrated, proud, and angry, wanting to be company president; the woman dreaming of murdering her father-in-law; the middle-aged man looking for recompense for his long, silent, loyalty. All of them would get their reward. No one said they had to like it.
The weird sisters, dressed to the nines, strode through the storm and met strangers’ eyes. “What do you want?” they asked silently. “We can give it to you. Take care. What do you really want?”
