It was hot . She stooped to shake his hand , bending her wire like frame . She crushed his hand . It hurt .Her hawk like features showed only formal expressions . Cold . She belonged on a battle field wielding a sword Jerry thought .
Maybe the hand shake was an over compensation . For what he had yet to fathom . Physically she was strong . Simple conversation revealed a conventional feminine side . An intriguing combination , but hardly a case of infatuation . Jerry new the difference .
A giver or taker of life ? The situation would be the dictator . Either way it would all be good . That was her job . That's why he'd called her . Soon she left . Only her hawk like features remained on his mind....
The nights were getting colder and the days were getting shorter . The first fore runners of autumn . The time was near , it was true . Or had it already past ? He hoped not ....
I wrote this a couple of years ago . Picture is by the Spanish fantasy artist Luis Royo . I bought that a year ago . I shall be posting more of my writing soon . They are only short pieces , but that's all they needed to be at the time . Most of them are in the style of Jerry Cornelious the character invented by Micheal Moorcock , hence the straight to the point style in short bursts .
2014 !!!
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