The Eagles Shadow

Half asleep she picked up her bag of beads and started forming the outline for her latest project, her eyes sore and fingers so tired that they could hardly hold the tiny beads but this would be a special project one that would keep him in her spell forever.

Faster she beaded, fingers nimbly flying her mind in another world thinking always thinking not looking at what she was doing her eyes half shut, the darkness of sleep closed in yet her fingers still flew across her work. In her dream she saw lightning flash heard the voices of many people murmuring about her strengths, she saw an eagle flying across the moonlight sky the faces of her people upturned to watch ”She’s here” they shouted “the maiden has returned to us with her help her strength we can do anything”
A shadowy figure passed in front of the crowd of people, the girl her fingers still beading moaned in her sleep “No” she moaned “not him again”He had appeared in her dreams before always sucking the strength from her before the dream played out but this time it would be different.

The eagle swooped down and landed the people crowded around it “she is ours, we are she” they chanted “she is ours we are she, she is our protector, we are hers, the shadow of the eagle will not take her this time”

He started to close in on the eagle, her bead work almost finished now and her hands slowing as he approached “I will have her strength” he shouted

It was not to be for the girl awoke suddenly a small child tugging at her sleeve “Mum, wake up, the hamburger is burning” they yelled in her ear.”

I was awake and you don’t have to yell” the girl said back as she looked down at her now finished project of the eagle with the dark shadowy almost invisible figure so hidden in the shadow of the eagle that you could hardly see it in it’s talons. ”

Maybe at one time you had hold of me but now buddy I have you” she triumphantly uttered as she placed the finished pattern of beads back down on the chair she had been napping on and walked off too finish cooking dinner

The eyes

The eyes

Those big brown eyes had him again, caught between those liquid pools of her eyes and the flow of words he was trapped yet again, good thing he was sitting down or he would have fainted she had really taken his breath away this time, I’m yours he murmured a faintly heard whisper against the noise of the computers fan “I’m yours”
He couldn’t help but love this woman, glancing between her picture and her written words he was trapped didn’t know which way too look, he had never held her in his arms never kissed or caressed her, he had heard her sweet voice though tinny through the telephone somehow different again than when he had heard her though his computer speakers it was still the same brown eyed woman he knew.
The man leaned back in his computer chair and reached for the bracelet, it was hers well his now she had made it, the bracelet picked up the light from his screen and shone it back on his face, a multitude of tiny coloured dots reflected off the tiny beads each one fashioned too look like a diamond a handcrafted bracelet made by a brown eyed woman his brown eyed woman

She had him she knew she did, caught another one
“Yes” she muttered as she bent over her beads waving a feather, not just any feather a special feather a spell binding feather that would cause any man or woman who held the tiny beads fashioned into many different things do anything she wished, loose a bet, fall in love even stand in line for her
With her magic spell binding words and her tiny beads her power grew, no one could break her spell she had strengths and she knew it
“Now too get him to do something, this will be fun” she laughed, not a cackling laugh of a witch but a soft babbling laugh she wasn’t a witch just a woman a woman with the same powers as any other woman a woman from the Back of Beyond that is, all the women on the planet BoB could do these things, the earthlings never even realized that they where chatting too someone offworld that concept never even crossed their minds they thought they where alone in the galaxy and the internet was only www not as she knew gww
What can I make this man do she thought maybe dress like a woman or act like a clown, yes that’s it act like a clown, he will look funny with a red shiny nose and big shoes
So she set about with her spell, first offering him a bet that he couldn’t refuse, the wager if he lost he would dress like a clown, if she lost she would come and bee in his arms forever knowing he would loose of course the men always lost too her, it was so much fun getting them too do anything she wished

The man dressed as a clown, his heart broken forever trailed sadly through the city and the country streets searching for his lost love, she had never told him exactly where she lived and when her online icon didn’t light up anymore he set out searching for her
His big shoes now worn, his ruffles dirty and makeup smudged the man pursued and hunted for his brown-eyed woman but never found her
Clutching the one thing that reminded him of his brown-eyed woman, the bracelet made of tiny beads the man wandered aimlessly searching, hunting, seeking her for the rest of his short life