Quotable Saturday: The Whispered Dagger
"It's the way to educate your eyes. Stare. Pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long."
-Walker Evans
She'd grown up being spied on, and doing the spying. Their way of teasing her, pushing her, and maybe seeking the best role model they had. Her way of checking up on them, keeping them in line and protecting them. The line between hers and theirs had been blurry, despite her best and constant efforts to sharpen it.
A line in the sand, really, and the grains in the groove alone represented enough damaging trivia and half-forgotten embarrassing anecdotes, whispered confidences and overheard scenes of heartbreak to make quite an impact in the right hands. Hands which were currently kneading out a knot in the muscles of her lower back. The legal pads and pens, address books and a conjured copy of the surface day's Chronicle lay on their coffee table. "My information only goes back to '93. If the reports are true," the knot begins to break, and she exhales, "then we'll need more to go on."
His arms encircle her abdomen, and she focuses on the far wall. A slight smile plays at her lips. "Where would you like me to start?"
-Walker Evans
She'd grown up being spied on, and doing the spying. Their way of teasing her, pushing her, and maybe seeking the best role model they had. Her way of checking up on them, keeping them in line and protecting them. The line between hers and theirs had been blurry, despite her best and constant efforts to sharpen it.
A line in the sand, really, and the grains in the groove alone represented enough damaging trivia and half-forgotten embarrassing anecdotes, whispered confidences and overheard scenes of heartbreak to make quite an impact in the right hands. Hands which were currently kneading out a knot in the muscles of her lower back. The legal pads and pens, address books and a conjured copy of the surface day's Chronicle lay on their coffee table. "My information only goes back to '93. If the reports are true," the knot begins to break, and she exhales, "then we'll need more to go on."
His arms encircle her abdomen, and she focuses on the far wall. A slight smile plays at her lips. "Where would you like me to start?"