Middle of Destiny_Two Bodies_Foreigners, and Other Cannon Fodder_Decisions
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Middle of Destiny
There is something about the rain knocking on your window in the black of night. As I peer through the glass, droplets streaming down its invisible surface, give me a sense of being in that place where life has stopped, the world is standing chastised in the corner. All cares and worry have been washed away. Each drop sliding down the glass carrying with it…? You know that lyric, “Take the dark out of the night time and paint the day time black.” Some nights feel like that. But when you take out the dark, what’s left? It is also that time when the quiet is rummaging in your mind for an inklin...
Two Bodies
Trigger warning: body horrorIt began when, as a small child, I noticed a cut on my forearm the size and shape as the tip of a cat’s tongue. I had been scaling a cluster of tall rocks on the beach’s far end. Out of sight my mother slept peacefully, the pitched tent of a beauty magazine shading her face. Blood welled inside the shallow puddle of the cut, and as I instinctively put my fingers to stop the flow, peeled the skin off my forearm in one long strip. There was no pain, and the wind blew my cry of shock out to sea. I held my forearm before me, a gleaming butcher hook. I was at least ten f...
Foreigners, and Other Cannon Fodder
“My, my; ain’t he a strange-looking fella,” my Gran whispered to Ma. I looked too, and he seemed pretty normal to me, ‘cept for the dark hair and the way he walked. “Curious gait, don’t he,” Ma agreed with Gran. It’s not that he walked or looked exceptionally quizzically, but the only thing to feed into the rumor mill and gossip well this week was a two-headed snake young Sam Bailey caught playing near Miller’s Pond, andwww.onedoor.cc that wasn’t much for the ladies to chew on. Here in Albion, we have a few different means of currency and trade. First, monetary. Self-explanatory, really. Pa buys a horse at ...
Decisions
“We are running out of time. You need to make a decision. Are you in, or are you out?”How did I find myself here? Standing in the pouring rain under a flickering streetlight staring into the very face I had asked to help me so many years ago. His arm is outstretched with the hand I shook again reaching out for me. The car door is open and he is half leaning from its depths. I can see the determined expression on his face even with my eyes closed. This question I have been running from for the past ten years. This very question is where my life both begins and ends. Here standing in the rain be...