THE GILDED CAGE
Gabriel had to take a deep breath at the sight of Sky standing beside the stage. She was watching the crowd, mostly composed of women and girls. With his mind’s eye he summoned her attention, and as her eyes met his gaze, he bowed with gratitude. If the fire in her eyes could kill, he’d be long gone; dead, fulminated where he stood, reduced to a pile of scorching ashes by the thunder in her gaze.
The picnic blankets spread around the pasture created a colourful patchwork quilt across the oval. Everyone sat, eating their snacks and enjoying a mild autumn afternoon tempered by the gold blooms of the sun.
“Let’s play a game,” Morgan spoke to the thousands of smiling faces in the crowd. “Stand up if, today, someone has called you pretty, cute, handsome or beautiful.”
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