Thursday, 16 December 2010
All little boys be killed
At Bethl'em in his fury.
Heart beating wildly, and tension coursing through her body, Sam stared at the words emblazoned on the screen. How dare he! She closed the laptop and stomped out of the house, closing the front door behind her with a bang.
The words she had read were Matt's Facebook status: 'has finally snared his prize. She doesn't know it yet, but I've got plans for her.'
What gives him the right to assume? A prize? He can think again. Man, if I saw him right now ... men make me mad.
Blind to where she was walking, she reached the stream at the bottom of the road before she realised it. Despite the freezing temperatures, she descended the bank to sit down on a rock overlooking a turbulent section of the stream.
As the minutes passed she felt herself beginning to relax as the music emanating from the stream, and the flow of the water around the rocks, mesmerised her. Nevertheless, it was over between her and Matt.
Song extract from "Unto us a Boy is Born"