This writing came from a "popcorn writing" exercise with Esther. The words that were used in both of our stories as a result of the activity are underlined in this one. For more info on how to do popcorn writing, see our writing section.
The Lioness was groggy after a long siesta under her favorite tree. She blinked a few times. Thunder bellowed in the distance. The wind was blowing fast and darkness was headed her way. She sensed she wasn't alone. Before she could attack, her mate's scent reached her, touched her, calmed her, excited her. He was still sleeping.
They'd been separated from their pack. An alpha male battle had ensued amongst some of the cubs. The adults split the group up to diffuse the situation. Mad with love and distracted by a game of their own making, the pair didn't notice the commotion and strayed from their group and by the time they arrived back and realized what had occurred they could not determine which path to follow. Instead of charting unknown territories without backup, they decided to wait for a few days in hopes their group would soon return.
Too old to be considered cubs but still too young to start having their own, their story was just beginning. It was light and graceful. They were predicting each other's desires, thoughts, moves, yet, certain things were off in distant branches, still far away from the other's grasp or knowledge. The sun was setting now and she could feel him stirring. She knew he would want to race for the gazelle. She couldn't see it but she could smell it coming over the bend. She didn't know if he knew she was awake or that she knew that he was awake. They moved together, sharing the thought without needing to verbalize it, their letting sense override everything else...
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...