Leslie Waltham

Sibling (1953)

Summary

Leslie Waltham,  Sibling (1953)

“ Andro, First Liaison Officer of the Third Planet, floated back to the city with his wife's "present" beside him. His boat, pulled by an underwater sunburst of luminous fish, befitted a man of importance, a man of prestige and position. He glided to the milk-glass city where the sleep cocoons filled and closed in on themselves, where the taper trees flared, where the old dreamed of being younger, and the young dreamed of being older. He drifted to a castle, on a ridge, on a hill, where he was met by the elders with their shuttered faces. ”
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Leslie Waltham,  Sibling (1953)

“ As he reached the portal, Andro paused before its flow and surge.
"Oh, by the way, there is a dead bird on the wharf. I wish you'd have Maun bury it."
The globe dropped in glistening fragments at her feet. She was seeing a bird. A little, singing, gold-plated bird, whose shrill happiness had magnified the depths of her despair. And hating its happiness, she had thought she could kill it.
Mya knew the color of the bird that Maun would bury in the morning.
They sat, the three of them, saying no word, giving no sign. Like actors, Mya thought. Like actors, not acting.
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Leslie Waltham,  Sibling (1953)

“ Mya had to be rid of this garrulous woman immediately.
Grasping one fat elbow, she steered expertly. Past the chiding of the shrubbery. "Just a perfect treasure...." Through the soughing of sands. "Imagine a servant as divine as that...." Into a waiting boat.
The tiny bark bestrode the wind. Her visitor's words washed over Mya, blue-scented and faint.
"I only wish I had her...."
"I only wish you did too," she said to no one in particular.
Thoughts of Dikki carried her back into the house. Dikki. Her tiny, scrubbed morsel! Her beloved, pink tyrant. Maybe Maun wouldn't be there.
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Source: Gutenberg

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