Despite his frenzied zeal, he was running late once again. His panicked dash against time took him through the herbaceous border and left the accidental ruination of decapitated dahlias in his wake.
The lurker within the laburnum trees surveyed his hurried approach, not to mention the sad trail of beheaded perennial posies, with a malevolent expression. The constant irritating whinges, whines and complaints about tardiness had grated on her last nerve. And for the last time.
The axe was heavy and unwieldy but she was a super strong little girl.
Alice would certainly have hasenpfeffer with traditional semolina dumplings for supper tonight.
Post by Caulder Melhaire on May 13, 2022 16:59:10 GMT -6
Don't Look Back She walks the bridge, one hand caressing the handrail, and looks back. The sunny days where the water below glittered like the champagne in her glass. Warm hugs in a bitter spring wind. The ride to college with a packed truck; the ride to the new apartment with twice as much.
Memory is the only way she can look back anymore. It's been years, now, and countless miles walked. Yet still, whenever she dares turn around, it's always just an arm's reach away. The twisted metal shell of a sky-blue Mercedes, and the whiff of regret burning with the rubber.
Locked in the backroom, I stared at the empty chair opposite me. It couldn’t have been my fault. I was caught up in my work… What was going to happen to me now? I kept my hands on my lap and focused on my breathing. My lungs were trembling, and the air felt colder and colder. The clock tsked at me like a spectator witnessing an apprehension of a bad guy.
The door clicked open, and Michael came into the room and sat across me.
“Okay I would like to hear your side of the story.”
Love found me by accident in a place I didn't belong.
The woman's obituary and memorial details were published in the local newspaper. Mother, grandmother, wife, friend. She was none of these to me. I attended in my best little black dress, adorned in jewelry, lips accentuated bright red, making myself a spectacle among a hundred unfamiliar faces.
Then he arrived. Handsome, neat, and morose. "Grandson," the whispers ensued. I smiled, my eyes following as he seated himself at the front. I had come to see my handiwork, yet, as I met his gaze, I stayed for another reason altogether.
bluewpc: How have you been keepin?
Dec 2, 2022 13:11:54 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Fffffeeeck those videos. Um, I been keeping safe. Heh.
Dec 2, 2022 13:15:06 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: So glad you checked in, blue.
Dec 2, 2022 13:16:58 GMT -6
bluewpc: glad to have checked in. missed yall
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bluewpc: this were an online home
Dec 2, 2022 13:18:49 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: yes! we hope it can be again. update us when you can, k?
Dec 2, 2022 13:19:33 GMT -6
bluewpc: I will. You know something I need to say. I left America because I absolutely could not stand the normal life. I need adventure and blood. Maybe something to keep in mind for future writings
Dec 2, 2022 13:21:14 GMT -6
bluewpc: After this war Im going to go find another war
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bluewpc: and hey glad to see ya Raven
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bluewpc: Ill let andlo know the site is back up
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RAVENEYE: Some folks are built for it. That detail makes for one heck of a character, no doubt.
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Alatariel: Wow blue, stay safe my friend and good to see ya here again
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Soliton: Be back. Be safe. Be alive.
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pelwrath: A happy birthday to SF writer, Leigh Brackett, ‘The Queen of Space Opera’. Born 12/7/1915.
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