"The Reign" by AnonyMISS
Clevy glanced at her coffee and then turned her attention to the morning news. On the colorful screen, bright and happy like prozac, a man went on and on about how it would rain part of the week and possibly a shining sun toward the end with full confidence. Great, she thought, another man telling me what it’s going to be like and not having a clue. One can never guess the mind of the weather, and it always seemed dooming to Clevy.
She didn’t like the cold, having grown up in a harsh winter’s climate up north around Virginia, Norfolk area. While she appreciated the beauty of falling crystals amassed in ornamental icing, the chill of the wind reminded her of a falling shard of the hanging ice’s and its broken wings, failed relationships and, of course, Kevin.
Kevin said he loved her, said he cared, came to her side when she smiled for him, and kissed him in the dark on all parts of his body. In the light, his eyes magnified other girls and their well-endowed, rounded breasts, their succulent sticked lips, and their squeaky voices, high on daddy’s approval and green cash.
“Can I get you another cup of coffee?” a perky waitress asked. She wanted some change.
“I’m alright,” Clevy said. In reality, she wasn’t. She expected so much out of reality, a glass half full of optimism, hope, dreaming desire, and it always seemed drained and wasted.
“Well then, are you ready for your check?” Clevy grabbed a bill.
“Sure.”
Clevy walked out of the small diner and to her car.
The rain.
When Clevy arrived to her afternoon lecture, she sighed. She barely remembered the material and failed to have the confidence to surrender to understanding. Her long, blonde hair poured out in front of her, and she wondered if her dark, darting eyes would betray her thoughts and feelings. Her pupils were hidden, at least, she reasoned, not that anyone ever got that close to see.
“Good afternoon, class. Today we are going to talk about moving bodies. Has everyone read the chapter? I hope so. Otherwise, I’m wasting my breath.”
Clevy shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“As you know, a body will continue to move in a straight line forever unless a force is acted upon it.”
Clevy’s mind drifted as he began to drum out equations and the others scribbled out their quick notes. Her mind followed the numbers for a minute until they turned into shapes and dresses, ladies and gentlemen.
Somewhere else.
“Clevy,” a man said. He put a golden chain around her neck.
Clevy’s neck turned a man with azure eyes stared into her, clouds began to form in her mind along with panic at being caught. She couldn’t peer into him, couldn’t behold beyond.
“You have a scarlet blush, you know? You are embarrassed when you shouldn’t be.”
Clevy began to form words in her head, trying to defend herself, trying to break free, trying to reason with a reasoning above her.
“This is a fantasy,” she said at last. The words came out of her like bullets. She wanted to kill what was inside of her.
“I will possess you,” he returned.
“I am not an object.”
“I know, you are motion.”
Someone dropped a pen.
“Clevy, what does X equal?” The professor drilled her, knowing her mind had wandered.
“Why?” She replied, lost at the same time.
“You are exactly right!”
