Paris lay still, and the noises persisted. When he first heard the sounds, his back had been to the road. As the volume of the sounds grew louder, and the rhythm remained steady, Paris knew that his realm of dreams had not seeped into his wasteland reality. He shifted, and twisted in his bedroll, to […]
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Open Heart Anguish (XVII)
“You followed me?” she stammered. His answer was devoid of emotion. “That’s correct, I did follow you.” “You can’t be serious. This must be a joke.” “If I was acting a prankster, and my admission of tailing you when you left the house but a simple, roguish trick, this entire scene would be far more […]
Open Heart Assimilation (XV)
Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake. He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand. He pinched small chunks between his […]
Open Heart Acquisition (VIII)
Tristan put his hand into the front right pocket of his pants. He twisted his hand back and forth, opened his fingers wide, then squeezed them around his powerfully muscular quadriceps. He removed his hand, tensed his right oblique muscle, and shifted downwards to the right. Tristan patted the pocket just above his knee, and […]
The great sadness of old socks
Over time I have amassed a considerable collection of single socks. I would do a load of laundry, and find that there were a few socks that were lacking their mate. These halves of a pair I would throw into a drawer, intending that when another load of laundry was complete, I would match them with their […]