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Author Topic: EP566: Honey and Bone  (Read 131 times)
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« on: March 11, 2017, 12:35:04 PM »

EP566: Honey and Bone

AUTHOR: Madeline Alvey
NARRATOR: Tina Connolly
HOST: Alex Acks


With each step she took, the girl’s leg hissed. Thump, hiss, thump, hiss, thump, hiss. Whenever she lifted her leg, the knee joint extended. Her thigh and shin pulled apart unsettlingly, reminiscent of something deeply broken. Her gait was slow, round, loping. She didn’t move with any expedience. It was a speed without rush, or any desire for such.

Her footfalls themselves were soft, a quiet –
thup, thup, thup. Soft leather covered her feet as she padded along, her hissing knee the loudest sound there. Once, it had creaked, a creak reminiscent of breaking metal – or perhaps, nearly as much, a rusty hinge. Before that…she didn’t remember.

The girl plodded slowly through a field of tall grass. The dry grass was up to her waist, rustling with each step.
Rustle; rustle, hiss; rustle; rustle, hiss. It was late summer and the sun was high and hot. Her pack was heavy with honey from the field of hives outside the village. It was raw honey that she had scraped into dark jars, small glass jars could be found, at least one, in each home in her village. Several bees still lingered, buzzing around her as she walked, following her home.

The girl came over a low rise, bringing the village into sight. It was a stand of old houses, tall Victorian things all scrunched together as if they had grown from the earth. The village held lush gardens, carefully tended wells, and great tall trees. The paved paths between the houses had crumbled long ago, and repairing them would’ve required so much stone, so simple dirt paths strung the buildings together.

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« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2017, 07:19:02 AM »

Did anyone else get a "Wizard of Oz" feeling here? Spires in the distance, following a brick road. Didn't quite get what's up with the Beekeeper's knee but it reminded me of the Tin Man, and her picking grass out of it reminded me of the Scarecrow's hay-sprouting joints. Thought this one was compelling and kind of sweet.
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