New Babylon was a colder place by night, city lights reflecting from the dour sky while any hint of warmth bled away into the wind.
But day or night, winter or summer, the cathedral rooftop was Jashika's last choice for her perch. If her ghostly shackles had not bound her so tightly to her duty, she would never have come here at all.
Not to the Cathedral of the Incarnation, the rotten heart of the Church of Earthly Desires. Bright specks glinted through pyramid shaped skylights. Jashika's hand tightened on her broom: she knew too well what services were held below. She had peered down through those windows before. The sight had roused an unpleasant feeling in her, disgust mingled with envy at what she could not have.
Shoving the thought to the back of her mind, she scanned the ornate peaks, valleys, and domes of the roof for traces of stray time. Not the ordinary moments of the world's time, but the mutating flurries of Infinite Time that infested the world since the Shattering. She inched across the ledges crossing the roof, one hand out against the slanting side, grimacing at the grimy dampness left over from the day's drizzle. Others could clean the dirt, but only a specialized sweeper could collect droplets of Time.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Oh well, it's a start
At least it's 200 more words than I had this morning. It didn't come out the way I had it in my head, but there you go. As openings go, it's not that exciting, but I had to start somewhere. (I may revise it all once I have something to revise. Ha!)