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The Wedding Dream by Nirk Firkle 03/02/2003, 5:08am PST It was evening and I was tired, but she's not too difficult to listen to. "I thought about our wedding today." "What did you think?" "It was outside, in a field. You were standing by the dignitary in beautiful lean clothes and a katana at your side, and I was just approaching then. I was wearing a very long dress, and I had a tai chi sword with a gilt scabbard and a long red tassle at the pommel." I kissed her, thinking that was the end of it. She went on, though: "As I walked the center aisle between the chairs I started walking faster, and then running, and I drew the sword - I was charging you. You drew your sword too and we began to duel. It was magnificent, we fought for twenty minutes, thirty minutes... I cut your cheek, you scored a line on my chest, and the blood stained our clothes." It was disquieting to even listen. "And our families watching - they admired us both so much, and feared for our lives. I wasn't kidding when I charged you, and you weren't kidding when you fought back. They were surprised at how fast you were and how strong I was, they didn't know what to do, they were fascinated and appalled. I would smash your sword out of line and you would spin with it to cut at my middle, or you would lunge at me and I would whip under to come at your throat... And then at the end, I was crouching low, thrusting up, your chin at the point of my blade, and you were standing, your sword raised high, ready to rip out my spine, and my dress flowed all over...." "I love you very much..." "Checkmate. And I called to you and ordered you to tell me "forever", and you said "forever"..." "But please let's not have a duel at the wedding...." "...And we threw down our weapons and kiss'd - you're no fun. It's not like I would ever be a match for you anyway." "Actually it's a disturbing fantasy. Why did you think it?" She looked wounded. "You wouldn't fight for me?" "Was it a poetic thing? Is that it?" "I was ready to kill you, and you were ready to kill me. I didn't want you if you couldn't beat me, and you didn't want me if I couldn't accept your strength. I didn't think, even in the fantasy, that I would win." "So - a poetic thing." "But -" "It's a very pretty fantasy, but you don't understand how dangerous swords are." "So, you think I'm banal, then?" But she laughed as she said it. "No, love..." I kissed her again, and she, easily mollified, went back to asking me polite questions about my day. But she knows how dangerous swords are, even better than I do.

The Wedding Dream by Nirk Firkle 03/02/2003, 5:08am PST