And on to some Utena:

Amaranth
by Yasmin M.


_The End_

My, that was a quick fic. ^_^

Her coffee is cold, its steam long since
converted to the afternoon heat. The air stands
still and sweats around her on the pavement,
broken only by the occasional humid gust as a car
rumbles by on the tar.

Darn Akiomobiles. They're worse than SUV's.

 She breaks the white skin

congealing at the surface of the coffee, and
orders another one -- hot. The waiter stares at
her, dark patches on his white shirt, smelling of
astringent pine deodorant. She knows that the
seam under his armpit will be stained yellow.

Now there's a pleasent thought.

He

eventually takes her order, meeting the eyes of a
waitress inside the cafe and twitching an
eyebrow.

She never drinks iced coffee,

could to for iced tea then.

Her fingers, though, crave the scour of bark and
pockmarked bricks. Her feet desires

desire

She wonders why this seems so familiar.

Folding the mass of paper brings a bitter lump in
throat,

in her throat,

 coiling up from the pit of her stomach.

She drops them with a grimace, only to feel her
heart jump as they fall against a pot of globe
amaranths on the table.

And we have our title.

A smile rises like dawn on the girl's face, now

eye-level with hers. "Not yet, but you will."

She doesn't know why Anthy laughs, but she wants
to.

_The Beginning_

Interesting little piece. Imagery was a bit stilted for my taste, but not
bad.

D.B. Sommer

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