VI. "There's nothing left to say." for Just Muse Me
Judgment, A Story in Six Scenes
I. II. III. IV. V. VI.
After a day that feels like several, Mab goes home. Her son runs at her full steam and she manages to catch him and spin him in a circle. She teases and plays with Brennan like she would on a day where she didn’t order the death of hundreds. It is a reality of her life he just doesn’t need to know yet. She doesn’t look forward to the day when he does. So she holds on to him young and wild for a little longer.
Her daughter is slower to come over, almost embarrassed and yet very proud of a score she received on a test at school. Mab gives her no sign of how close she had come to dying yet again this day as she congratulates her and gives her a big hug, teasing her about how she’ll be outsmarting her old parents any day now she’s getting so smart. Annika is old enough to understand the reality, but she’s seen too much and needs to let be a child for a while.
Her husband lurks back further. She has a feeling that he can tell that she has been surrounded by death and dying and the chances to die the entire day. He doesn’t ask yet, maybe later when they are alone. She doesn’t want to talk about the day, and he won’t want to know about all of it. There’s too much unsatisfied hunger in him. He will want the tales of blood or no news of it at all. She’ll give him some of what he wants, but the truth of it is she’s done.
Let the papers and the heralds and the new stations spread the news of what was done to those who had lost loved ones and land and other things. They could spread the news all they wanted. For Mab, there was nothing left to say.
I. II. III. IV. V. VI.
After a day that feels like several, Mab goes home. Her son runs at her full steam and she manages to catch him and spin him in a circle. She teases and plays with Brennan like she would on a day where she didn’t order the death of hundreds. It is a reality of her life he just doesn’t need to know yet. She doesn’t look forward to the day when he does. So she holds on to him young and wild for a little longer.
Her daughter is slower to come over, almost embarrassed and yet very proud of a score she received on a test at school. Mab gives her no sign of how close she had come to dying yet again this day as she congratulates her and gives her a big hug, teasing her about how she’ll be outsmarting her old parents any day now she’s getting so smart. Annika is old enough to understand the reality, but she’s seen too much and needs to let be a child for a while.
Her husband lurks back further. She has a feeling that he can tell that she has been surrounded by death and dying and the chances to die the entire day. He doesn’t ask yet, maybe later when they are alone. She doesn’t want to talk about the day, and he won’t want to know about all of it. There’s too much unsatisfied hunger in him. He will want the tales of blood or no news of it at all. She’ll give him some of what he wants, but the truth of it is she’s done.
Let the papers and the heralds and the new stations spread the news of what was done to those who had lost loved ones and land and other things. They could spread the news all they wanted. For Mab, there was nothing left to say.