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And Adam CreatedAnd Adam created God
And he did create him in his own image
And he placed him in the heavens,
on a pedestal
out of reach.
And Adam did create taboo,
And he did create all those things
Which adhere unto,
such as safety from the darkness
and fear and security.
And Adam created Eve
And he did place them
in an impossible triangle
of love and lust and guilt.
And Adam's pedestals were high and glorious
And those upon them did look down
Nano Day 10'You'll be going up for your interviews soon, won't you?' he continued.
'Yes, I will be soon,' she nodded.
That would be a good trial, perhaps. She had never travelled far from home without Idwal in tow. Perhaps it was a nearness thing. Perhaps two or three hundred miles between them would stretch her feelings until they broke and died. She thought about the interview, what form it would take. She imagined an elderly professor, balding and wearing a tweed jacket, probably scented with pipe smoke, maybe even sitting in his chair smoking it as he spoke to her, and she would sit there inhaling the warm blue smoke, letting it fill her lungs and bring relaxation to her body as he spoke of numbers and logic.
She imagined thick stone walls and thin glassed windows with lead between the panes, and the chill of a venerable institution, and walking the corridors with her footsteps echoing, carrying a sheaf of books and papers under her arm, and doing nothing each day but embracing numbers and le
Nano Day 096.
It didn't work
Anwen threw herself into her studies. She closed her mind down to all thoughts of carnality, to all thoughts of yearning and needing and wanting. She tried to think herself into a nun. She focussed so hard on her studies that she barely got a thing wrong, and was laughed at and pointed out for working to the exclusion of everything else, and for getting the highest marks and having the neatest writing, and for having blue ink stained up the sides of her fingers, and for not having a short enough skirt and not pushing the rules by wearing even a hint of make-up and for doing little more with her hair than pulling it into a ponytail in the morning and leaving it like that all day.
The world outside her home was a hateful place. The only place that was a balm to her was as she sat in the classroom on the wooden chair, her book open on the desk before her, letting numbers soothe her mind. Then the sly laughing and soft-spoken taunts went unheard, and her mind sealed
Nano Day 08******
Sleep stayed miles away from her that night. She lay in her bed, blankets and sheets pulled up to her chin, hiding her body from herself. She lay with the light off, with the moonlight shifting on the curtains and with sparkles dancing before her eyes in the half light.
Sleep hovered on the edges of the room. It hung on the chest of drawers in the corner. It hid behind the pediment of the ugly, old fashioned wardrobe against the wall. It whispered dark things in her ears and then darted away. She lay, and stared at the ceiling, and the light fitting dark and monstrous against it, and at the moving curtains and the shadows in the corners and the hunchbacked shapes of the furniture. She lay and thought of Idwal, and her stomach turned over and her heart beat fast, and she clenched her hands and trapped them under her back, and she bit her lip into her mouth and hated herself.
And then finally, when the moonlight was being effaced by the rising sun and birds were beginning their re
Nano Day 075.
Walking down the lane, the flowers blooming in high summer, queen anne's lace and ragged robin and stitchwort bursting from the hedgerows, and birds, sudden and startling darting from the leaves and streaking in front of her face, and crying, somewhere a small child crying, from somewhere near the ground and it was Idwal, a three-year-old, fallen down into the cavernous dark where the stream ran beneath the road, and he was reaching up, his arms wet and bedraggled by mud, and she couldn't reach him, and when she could his hand slipped out of hers, cold and dead and then she was down in the water with him, floating and drowning, her lungs bursting inside her, and he was grown, not a child, tangled with her, and his hand slipped between her legs, and a thrill ran through her, and
she woke, her face pressed hard against the blanket, her mouth stifled from the air, too hot and sweating and confused, the weight of coverings over her shoulders an
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