Oh, Carolina, you little fictional thing, you. I miss you and I hurt for you.
-AS
So Much Fiction
- Originally posted on a 6s community, August 17, 2010 at 1:46pm
Carolina was never the kind to lower her eyes in the presence of her betters. Her capacity for strength and her resilient honesty kept her afloat many a time, and, though Daddy seethed when Carolina dared speak in a room full of men, Mother maintained her beyond the fray.
An odd paradox, thought Carolina, to use so familiar a name with so foreign a man and so structured a name for her oft-time savior. She never once contemplated that Mother may be more foreign still.
But that was before the day she met Mother’s lover on the terrace in the middle of July. Ever after Carolina understood the use of being coy, the function of seeming weak, the care to take with truth, and the strategy in allies; she had seen beneath the deeply layered veil of so much fiction.