via Daily Prompt: Measure
He whispered in her ear, “Be sure to get the measurements right.”
His pale hand resting on her shoulder, at the back of her neck she could feel the wet, heated prickles of hair. He was watching her. Studying her every movement. The gestures she made with her hands.
“Quiet!” She snapped, “I can hardly think.”
“Hardly?” This from a faint, high voice. “I would think you more capable.”
The woman’s piercing eyes bore a signature she would never forget. It was useless arguing. She knew that they would only hush down once the mixture was finished. But the nuisance! Oh, the agonizing parallel of her mind. they could not leave, let her measure in peace. No. That would be a catastrophe, for they would have no fun at all. She begged and pleaded, but in the end they stuck around. Worst of all, the girl, with her cunning and seductive voice. She was her first ‘friend’ in you may. The one that stuck around. She did not mind her that much. Slowly, however, she accumulated friend of her own. Without so much as a please, they moved in to.
“I have work to do. Ethule!” She told them.
“Ethule, ethule ethule!” The girl laughed. “How_ADORABLE. you should have a temper often.” She sighed and lifted her shoulders. She was sitting, barely clothed, legs folded on the table top. Staring at the items in her host’s hands.
“Tell me_” The woman paused to blow her nose. ‘What do we do after this” The woman gestured to the surroundings, more specifically the items on the table ready for measurement.
“Oh yes, do tell. What’s next? Where do we go? Who do we meet?” The girl sat up strait as she said this.
the mixture was brewing. The man, pale, horrid, crept closer to her once more. The girl jumped down from the table and joined them. The woman stood still for a moment, she lost interest. Non the less she to joined. She -and her unwelcome guests- stood by the stove watching the mixture cook. The measurements done perfectly, the transparent liquid smelled of poppy and cinnamon.
She spoke to them now, kind and oddly helpless. “You are going to like this one. He is dreamy. Nice too, much nicer than you were.” That directed at the pale man. “I thought he was a bit odd, I was hoping to play for longer.”
The girls came up behind her, putting both arms around her waist. She placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, then her neck. All the way to her ear. Her whisper, silky, sweet, not like the pale man. “Can he stay too?”