Thread: Such A Nonsensical Thing, Little Girls (PocketFullOfPosies)

Uncle Simon? I wasnt told I had an Uncle Simon She claimed whilst nibbling at a particularly long hangnail. Little pearly teeth grinding slightly from between glossy pink lips as her lovely blue eyes stared unenthusiastically towards her so called Uncle. This was of course, not the entire truth. Lydia was aware her mother had an older brother, but she hadnt seen him in agesAnd her mother wasnt exactly someone that she trusted, at all. He was probably just another DoctorThis time, posing to be a relative instead of just her friend, who she could trust with anything Some new ridiculous front made in an attempt to earn her trust. But, he mentioned her rocking horseLydia doubted her parents even remembered that tattered old thing still set up in her room at home to recall whom gave it to her. Perhaps he was her Uncle. He did have Mothers eyes As he rose from his desk and approached her, the petite youth upon his couch seemed not at all influenced by this psychological technique. She continued to look at him, with a glazed boredom in her sienna eyes that only a teenager could muster. Her hands dropped from her mouth onto her lap, pulling and twisting at the wrinkles before she laid back, against the arm of the coach, so that her mid back was pressed upon the top, her head dangling over the side, and that golden curtain of hair pooling upon the carpeted floor. If we must, She sighed at his inquiry to start a conversation, which he would continue no doubt, with or without her approval. As he spoke of chores and the proper place for a lady, she imagined her mother speaking..Her mother with her shrewish,, mouse like facecovered from the neck down in lace and a putrid color of red that matched the makeup stains upon her lips..A mouseLydia giggled slightly to herself as the shape in her mind transformed into a mouse in a gown, squeaking nonsensically to another bored looking mouse dressed in a blue gown with blonde curls. The littler mouse was drawing something on the floor Lydias hand absentmindedly rose in front of her, her pointer finger extended, drawing as she continued to smile at the silly image. Uncle Simon had paused in his speech, Lydia supposed her attention was needed for a momentTypically it took a simple nod of her head or brief eye contact to convince her parents that she was paying attention to one of their numerous lectures. Uncle Simon had looked away however, and Lydias eyes curiously followed his glance towards the piano. She loved musicNot lessons, but freely playing whatever melody came into her mind.. Sliding off onto the seat of the couch again, Lydia tugged at the trims of her skirts, already considering her escapeBut her expression did not give such plans away. She looked at the boxes upon the piano, watching his confident grin from the corner of her eye. Surely, he expected her to listen. Perhaps.. She stood up, walking to the piano, barely making a sound as she crossed the floor. Removing the lid from the box, she waited until her Uncle turned before folding the different articles of clothing over her forearm. Uncle Simon, She said finally, as she had not been instructed to refer to him as anything else Do you suppose that mice mothers send their daughters to finishing school? And with that question, she slowly, quietly backed upAway from the piano.Away from the couch. And out the door.