Petrichor

“Professor Bolas might not share your cripples, fags and chicks are so very oppressed opinion, but I saw it in his eyes, Bekah; the man’s brilliant—where it counts—would have seen my potential if your mouth hadn’t shat on every chance he ever gave me.”

“Brainless views make benighted eye socket pretties, Logan, but see naught,” Rebekah said while wondering if she would ever be able to explain to her brain why she had shared her body with a stranger for three years.

Getting ready to drive away, eyes full of a fury that reeked of disgust, Logan’s gaze shook between Rebekah and her best friend, Keen, before saying, “For fuck’s sake, woman, speak like a real person or no one who matters will ever take you seriously.”

Rebekah wiped grief, disenchantment, rage and humiliation with the back of her sleeve, in an effort to keep anyone other than Keen from noting the evidence of her deluge.

Keen touched Rebekah’s eye with a finger, raised the moist digit to his nose, and said, “Petrichor, Rebekah love; from here on, nothing but reasoned rainbows.


32 comments:

  1. I may have accidentally deleted my first comment. Love the richness of this piece - assuming it is from a larger piece? - as I have no context for the "Petrichor" reference.

    btw-your coconut rice looks sounds yummy!

    My five are here: http://www.thejadedlens.com/2014/07/19/abrupt/

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    1. The Blogger goblins have been known to steal comments. ;-)


      It's a contained scene; a wee (stormy) moment at the end of relationship. Some Wicked Darlings (below) defined it in their comments, but "petrichor" is the name of the scent of earth after it rains, especially after a long period of dryness. The last sentence describe Keen's feelings about the exchanged that just took place, and what he things might come.

      Let me know if you try to coconut recipe. It's quite yummy, indeed. ;-)

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  2. Oh how I love this part, “Petrichor, Rebekah love; from here on, nothing but reasoned rainbows.” I need more rainbows in my life :-)

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    1. I think Rebekah needed to be reminded of the rainbows that will follow in her life...

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    2. WE all need that reminder from time to time.

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  3. 'Petrichor' sounds & smells more ancient than the most ancient entities on this world. Those should be well-seasoned rainbows :)

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    1. Naturally, I believe you are correct. ;-)

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  4. Enchanting. I wish I was more knowledgeable about such language, but I did love its lyrical quality here.

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    1. "Enchanting" is delightful word around these parts. ;-)

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  5. You are a major mistress of words.

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    1. Well, thank you, Nicole. ;-)

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  6. Petrichor is such a lovely word. The smell after the rain is so enlivening. Like the idea of the five sentence fiction, I'll give it some thought.

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    1. Can't wait to see what you come up with!

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    2. You are giving me a lot to think about just lately.

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  7. Tidy and full of little bits of tooth and nail. Thank you for passing this challenge along. I'll have something directly. Another fine read, Magaly.

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    1. "tooth and nail" give a story such an edge. I like it. ;-F

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  8. what an engaging wordsmith you are - felt that I had been catapulted at warp speed into another world!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed the quantum leap. ;-D

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  9. You have changed forever the very definition of tears for me! This spoke volumes for me about how very little of what we say is ever truly understood.

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    1. The more we talk, share, write, turn our feelings into arts of different kinds, repaint them, rewriting them, re-share them as word-pictures others can read... the less alone and misunderstood we are. I believe in this... so I write. And read...

      ...and obviously have a problem with ellipses... LOL!

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  10. I have a Rebekah who needs to learn about "reasoned rainbows"

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  11. Woah! This piece gave off such palpable waves of emotion and rouses the senses! I seriously caught a scent of damp wood after reading this.

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    1. I just closed my eyes to smell the damp wood... Gotta love the magics our senses are capable of achieving!

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  12. Now I want to name my firstborn Petrchor. Lovely piece, Magaly.

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    1. If you do, he or she will always have a conversation starter. ;-)

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  13. You are brilliant Magaly ;o)

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    1. Well, thank you my beloved crow goddess. ♥

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  14. It's interesting because it does feel like a poem in some ways, while still being prose. There's a lot in there that makes me wonder. Logan refers to her as Bekah while Keen calls her Rebekah...I wonder about the use of a pet form of a name by someone who didn't really know her at all. It almost feels like he was redefining her to suit his needs. Keen uses the full form. Which does she prefer?

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    1. So perceptive... We are hearing what happens in her head and heart, and she calls herself Rebekah when she narrates, so I think that Mr. Logan tried to defined her and failed.

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