The Malachi Theories : Dismantling Phay
Dismantling Phay
She wondered if they had ever looked upon her with the same awe and wonder they did with Phoebe. Did they admire her subtle smile, which often cowered in light of her other half? Phay stroked the soft maroon furred cat , which sat on her lap.He had grown accustomed to the long evenings spent reflecting on what she classed as merely existing. Phay stared into the distance, her blue eyes danced upon the waters surface and followed the white mirage all the way up into the vastly changing sky. The silky blues became poisoned by the deadly black overtaking the sky.
She wouldn’t see the beauty in it, what beauty was gained from obsessive perfection. Her hair fell downwards giving into gravity, as she knelt to the floor with her knees folded eloquently beneath her body. Her small hands reached for a mahogany wooden case. Engraved on it were two entwined P’s, she winced at the splendid nature of the union of the letters, if only things were so smooth edged and straightforward. She ran her fingers over the wood grain rekindling the few happy memories she had. Phay allowed them to lift her off the ground slightly.
The laughter of the old days, with no sinister plans lurking behind them caressed her restless mind. Soon enough she found herself outside sitting by her pool feet dipped in, splashing away at her invisible friends of childhood , she giggled as the cold chilled her spine, the numbness rising in her thigh didn’t seem to bother her she was ……..
She wondered if they had ever looked upon her with the same awe and wonder they did with Phoebe. Did they admire her subtle smile, which often cowered in light of her other half? Phay stroked the soft maroon furred cat , which sat on her lap.He had grown accustomed to the long evenings spent reflecting on what she classed as merely existing. Phay stared into the distance, her blue eyes danced upon the waters surface and followed the white mirage all the way up into the vastly changing sky. The silky blues became poisoned by the deadly black overtaking the sky.
She wouldn’t see the beauty in it, what beauty was gained from obsessive perfection. Her hair fell downwards giving into gravity, as she knelt to the floor with her knees folded eloquently beneath her body. Her small hands reached for a mahogany wooden case. Engraved on it were two entwined P’s, she winced at the splendid nature of the union of the letters, if only things were so smooth edged and straightforward. She ran her fingers over the wood grain rekindling the few happy memories she had. Phay allowed them to lift her off the ground slightly.
The laughter of the old days, with no sinister plans lurking behind them caressed her restless mind. Soon enough she found herself outside sitting by her pool feet dipped in, splashing away at her invisible friends of childhood , she giggled as the cold chilled her spine, the numbness rising in her thigh didn’t seem to bother her she was ……..
