He had known she was angry from the moment he first touched her that day. Perhaps it was something in the dawn light that had stirred within her, or something in the brisk breeze of the mountains around them that had caused a twitch in her heart, but he could tell that she was unsettled. He felt it as he caressed her cheek, a cold energy that spurned most away from her. He had felt it as he climbed into her, taking her every surface under his touch. He heard it in the way her heart quickened as he commanded her. She had awoke not with a smile to greet the sun, but bellow as if to curse that golden light that beamed down upon them. And as the F-15C Eagle had screamed skyward once again, Cipher felt the quiver of her body in the morning and heard the low snarl in her roar. By the time the sun set tonight, it would be bathed in crimson, he did not doubt.
So, I’ve been sitting on this idea for a bit, as the best times I have to actually find my zen to write are often on the drive home. Today, I came up with an idea, or maybe better stated, a challenge. How much can I put to paper in just 5 minutes? That one coffee break or space to breathe, what will come to the pen?
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