Angels and Flies 2: Tell Us All
“I
was there…”
Jakob
spoke, his bony fingers tracing the fiber
of his desk's
decomposing
wood, upon it laid a contorted cross, and a moldering lute.
In
its center rested the half dreaming head of the Hamilton woman who
had died almost half a century ago. Catherine and Dashkova sat
before him, pupils dilated as they studied the dead thing. As they
traced toward the piece of bone that must have been a human's spine.
Wondered aloud to each if that's what all humans looked like on the
inside, how heavy it would be, or if they also had enough blood in
them to still keep the cheeks full so long after death. They were
children of the Enlightenment, and philosophized as much as men these
days with anatomy, mathematics, and social contracts, shameless
because it was not shameful.
“The
head belonged to a young, unwed beauty. she was a very...vivid
sinner. Older
people remember her well.”
“Was
she a prostitute?”
“No,
nor an assassin, traitress, or anarchist. but she did used her body
in a most liberal manner while committing great sins, and that was
part of the reason for her ordeal.”
“Tell
us all. ”
He
began, hesitant and afraid. Then-
As
if his heart finds an old perfume bottle that remembers, and from
which bursts into sudden life a returning soul. A thousand sleeping
thoughts reawaken through the fumes of dust.
At once his eyes darted about, as if each remembered image a fresh colliding bullet. His hands would flew to his chin, pensively, trying to aid his pacing brain, correcting, arranging.
Finally
he grew still and sighed, paralyzing them with his old man stare
"Lady
Hamilton" led a remarkably stormy life. Her
Western ways and dress scandalized Moscow, destiny
which had played havoc with her young mind. She's not everyone's cup
of tea.”
“You
spoke as if you knew her not just by reputation-”
“I
did.”
“Tell
us all.”
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