Partner Project
Emily and Juliette
By: Juliette Ziegler February 25th, 2016
I look out the window. The cries of battle are like a replacement of birds, these days. The
Teardrops of silk dropped onto lily pads , bullets flying are like the butterflies that used to fly. The sky is forever gray, and rain always falls. It . wandering lilacs and honey heard is like an ominous reminder of the battle that rages below. When the sun finally comes out, it burns . They seldom sang songs so swans chortle and burns, and the clouds seem to escape the sky. Your hands are cracked and red by the end of the day.
. relax and smile, for chocolate is in your presence Father opens the door and it creaks. “They need ya,” he says. “we are gettin’ killed down there.”
the lacy blood leaps through the soft chalk People in red and blue uniforms litter the ground. Father is right. I smooth out my skirt and grab the .before it's brushed against smooth rock medical bag. “How many?” I ask.
steaming milk runs cool and refreshes me “Few hundred.” he replies, then looks to the ground and mutters something under his breath.
rolling through smooshed easter emeralds I stand up quickly and grab my raincoat from a nail in the wall. Then swing my medical bag over one .pearly white is icy to the touch shoulder.
“Ya forgettin somethin’,” Father says as he holds a small knife out to me. I grab it quickly and . so cold, I hug the soft, comforting brown shove it into the bag. The leather sheave is soft. I hope I don’t ever have to use it for anything.
resene runs through an endless land of turquoise silk I fix my apron and bonnet, then throw my raincoat on. The hood is too wide for my head, but that is .the wind laughs at me as I plume out okay.
the icy blue waves “Bye, and be careful out there. I don’t want’ ya endin’ up like little Ruby.”
gulping me down through pristine white bubbles When father says that my heart aches. Ruby was a small prairie girl with fiery red hair and soft blue . . sapphire freezes me in time eyes. She had the palest face you’ve ever seen, and freckles covered her body. She was a war nurse . black hoods of night smile and glow too, but during a battle a stray bullet hit her right in the heart. A kind soul, she was. A dear friend too. . my throat yawns wide gulping in sweet pink salt We never found out who shot her, the bullet came from such an odd angle. It is quite the enigma.
the warm cocoa fills me with a fiery chill
I've always wondered.
my teardrops of silk drop onto green lily pad tissues.
