Thursday, March 13, 2008

Patience and Waiting

Her name is Patience, and she sits stone-still, her fingers curled around the cup. All of the room's movement is focused on steam rising from her cooling tea. The changing light through the windows caresses the coils of her dark, dark hair. Traveling, the sun flows up one side, across her crown and intricate hair jewelry, then down the other. At night the moon repeats the ritual. Her eyes are half-closed; her lips part in a half-smile.

Her name is Waiting, and she pours the tea that disappears although she never sees the cup move. Her fingers shake with anticipation, and often she splashes the table and her lady's robes. Twitching, she watches for her lady to speak, to rise, to reprimand the clumsiness. Her lady does not move, yet the tea empties.

Waiting is never still. It is said she came to this place to study, and once she has learned its secrets, she will know how Patience can remain so serene, even when hot tea spills across her sleeve.

5 comments:

kazdreamer said...

I only just read this and I LOVE it. Wow!! Beautiful. Great images and ideas here...

You could get at least a short story out of this, I bet.

Chandra Rooney said...

Thank you, Karen.

stormywriting said...

If they had DeviantArt for writers, I'd favorite this. Love it!

Chandra Rooney said...

Thanks, Maria!

There are writing categories on devianart, and they've given the Daily Deviation honor to two or three good pieces of flash fiction in the past month. :)

(I tend not to put things up on DA because they get lost in the sheer mass of STUFF on that site.)

Baraness said...

This is incredible!