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Hydrogen and Oxygen
The mid-day sun shone down strong, burning flesh and pavement indiscriminately. Even the clouds had gone to find shelter and left the sky a deceivingly cool shade of blue. The sky above the community swimming pool was no different, except that there was relief from the heat-- in the water of the pool, or the large, multi-colored umbrellas that covered plastic tables and chairs. People of all ages were taking advantage of these things, the older ones mostly taking to the tables and chairs while their children braved the pavement with bare feet to get to the cold water.
She had expected it to be crowded. That's exactly why she'd chosen to do this today. The people and noise would ensure that no one paid to much attention to the lone woman around 30 with highlighted brown hair and dark sunglasses. As the woman set down her striped towel, she drew a deep breath of chlorine infused air and fixed the water with her hidden gaze, trying to stare it into submission. As if it were a wild anim
Lady Katrina is not a friendly woman.
In truth, she hasn't a friend
in the world.
She's reached out, only to be cursed,
feared, and underestimated.
Lady Katrina is not a predictable woman.
No one knew the legnths she'd go
for a little attention,
for a little respect,
until it was too late.
Lady Katrina is not a forgiving woman.
She watches, expressionless, as
a thousand beaded necklaces
sink, never to be recovered,
and untold more are ruined.
do not blame the lady.
Have respect for your sister,
born of the same mother Earth,
for she has done what no other could.
Katrina has unearthed hidden humanity,
and united a sp lit nation.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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