|There are No Shadows Here II
||[Feb. 14th, 2009|09:22 am]
|||||Girl - Destiny's Child ("Destiny Fulfilled")||]|
A Fireside Confession
Outside it’s snowing.
I know that.
People who come here think we have no windows, but we do. There is a hidden courtyard, where only we may go – there is a hidden spring there, and trees that bear cherries in lat summer, apples in early autumn.
Mist lifts off the burbling surface of the stream, which never freezes, and mingles with the snow.
I stood at the window and watched it for a time, I don’t know how long, before I came upstairs again.
Dimitri offers me a cup of tea from the samovar, and I take it, gratefully.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, when the teacup rattles in its saucer.
I didn’t know my hands were shaking.
I sip my tea.
I have played the confessor to a thousand men, and no few women, held their hands as they told me their secrets, punished them when they needed it and offered absolution on my altar.
But in ten years, I have not stood on the other side of the screen. I have always kept my secrets to myself.
“Mireille?” the lightest touch on my knee.
Who can I tell, if not him?