sisters

*Mix between a play and a story and was reading Hamlet at the time. Not great (okay it’s crap) but was a good exercise. Ophelia's sister is in purple and the servant guy is in blue.



"No...you're lying. What you speak cannot be true." I gripped the arm of the chair to steady my balance as I tried to wrap my mind around this fallacy.

"It is so. Ophelia is your sister." He stood there so solemn while he gave these words unto me.

"Ophelia, my flesh, when I a many times have had impure thoughts and now to know she is my blood. I have nurtured fantasy of us coupled and this moment you would tell me that I have dreamt of incest." This statue spoke again.

"I am most sorry madam."

"I must sit for the worst is to come." My golden orifices grew wild. "Ophelia, my blood who has grown close with a mongrel, the monkey on my back. Who has conjoined in a touch so enjoyed by humans. My brain burns with remembrance of those foul pictures."

Pause.

"Does she favor truth?"

"She is dim in these twilight hours however madam may I say in the dark or with the sun the oracle must be kept."

Pause.

"Does thou heed my words?"

"Hm, I mean, ay. Tis written more than a butcher's score ago and consecrated upon my birth. Upon hers."

Pause.

"Your work is done. Take leave." He bowed courteously and left me lone. "Such madness this is. Thoughts, thoughts. Thoughts commit no crime yet I share an unknown mother and father with this gothic beauty and I should be thrilled but demons haunt my being." I rose and made my way to the window.

“Bleak, bleak wintry hills that mirror my feelings. My dear, dear Ophelia whose surrogate mother I have grown closer to than thee. All that has been will turn to dust and I fear you are not ready for what is to come. Knowing danger only in play our destiny will be a strenuous burden upon thy soul.”

Pause.

“Oh wilted rose of glory how dreary petals still burn bright in the soul, igniting my being. Noble parents this, all that’s left of you, a memory so sweet but light. And your visages are but smoky shadows.”

Pause.

“Ophelia…the only tie to you dear mother and father! May your spirits guide me to keep my sibling chaste. My dear, dear Ophelia whose heart I pray will not turn hard when all is behind.”

Pause.

“We’re in Jove’s hands now. My task at present is to bring Ophelia out of the darkness (just to bring her into more). Lo before the storm comes that I feel in my bones.”