Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Teaser tuesday

This is a teaser with a difference. It's M6 looking back at her friendship with M4. I wrote it for one of my University assignments.


He startled me when he came in; I had not expected any of the others to be back so early. I remember staring at his tear stained face as he stood there, just as startled by my presence. Despite the tears; he was male and memories of stories flickered through my mind. I backed up, pressing myself against the worktop. He looked stronger than me, I knew I would have very little hope if he attempted anything so I just stood there, waiting.

He motioned to the cut on my head and asked, in such a soft voice that I thought he was afraid of me, if I would like some help to tend it. I said nothing but simply moved aside to reveal the medical kit I had out on the worktop. I studied him as he walked towards me and drew out a stool to sit down. He was taller than me, maybe only a year or two older. His hair, what little had grown back since it had been shaved off, was the colour of straw. And his eyes, years of staring into those eyes and I still get lost in them. His eyes where red with crying. Droplets of tears caught on his lashes and not yet brushed away kept my attention as he started to clean the cut. My fear began to fade.

I was surprised how gentle he was. His hands themselves were rough, as if he had worked outdoors before being brought here, but his touch was soft. He spoke in a low calming voice while he worked, cleaning and bandaging my head. He never did explain why he had been crying, or why he was back early. In the five years we shared I never once got an explanation for that. He asked how I had got my injury and I explained that I had answered one of the Officer’s questions using contractions. He simply nodded. The mark of a well trained slave is well trained speech.

He told me about the family he had lost, I asked him to take a look at a wound on my knee. It’s strange how friendships are formed. Even as the others piled in to prepare for bed we sat talking, exchanging small bits of information about ourselves and growing closer. We had both though we had left behind all hopes of friendship when we arrived here. Now we had each other.

I remember the last time I saw him, the rich family buying him to look after a dying relative. In five years our friendship and grown deeper and transformed into something we never expected. And there we were, only a few days after admitting our true feelings we were being pulled apart. He would go with this family and I would in turn be sold and sent somewhere else. It’s strange, looking back, to think I was so afraid of him at first and then grew to be so afraid of loosing him.


Tune in tomorrow when I'll be blogging about books and book give-aways (such as Race's at http://thecreare.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-giveaway.html )

10 comments:

  1. I don't think I've read your previous teasers, because this really made me wonder who these people were and what was going on -- in a good way, of course. Very interesting!

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  2. If you click the 'teaser tuesday' tag you should get the rest of them.

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  3. "Sold and sent somewhere else..." Makes me wonder what this is about. Great reflection. :)

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  4. I'm starting to think I don't do teasers often enough for people to remember what I'm writing about.

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  5. I really liked this too. I like the last line - so sad to think that they might not see each other again.

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  6. Interesting world these characters live in.

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  7. Nice work. Especially all the little details.

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  8. I loved this! Esp this:

    He told me about the family he had lost, I asked him to take a look at a wound on my knee. It’s strange how friendships are formed.

    Friendships are formed over crazy bonds! Nice. LOL

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