Prelude_The Time Empress_Trying to bow out._Little Cafe on the Hill
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Prelude
Frank stormed into his room, disturbing the quiet spring evening. Tired and frustrated, tears imminent, he walked to his bed, and the sight of it caused all the heat of his spite to give way to a chill self-pity. How can that man treat me like this, he thought. He threw himself onto his bed, head first into a pillow. He shouted curses into the pillow, which quickly became warm by his face. "Talking so bluntly, like some...expert," he said, and turned himself over like a fish with the pillow still in his face. He wanted to go to the bathroom mirror and take another look at his hair, but he did ...
The Time Empress
“He can’t find out!” Kate hissed in my ear.“He will not. You can trust me,” I whispered back, my heart beating at a quickened pace.“You know what’s at stake!”“I am aware.”“Good. If he is even the slightest bit suspicious, we are all dead. Rose, you cannot even make one mistake! Understand?”“Yes, Kate!” She sighed and turned back from the frosty window to face me.“I'm sorry. I'm just worried about what could happen to you.”“I know. It’s okay,” I soothed. I gave her a quick hug and stood up. We had been crouching near the icy window, peering out into the starry night. Snow was steadily falling ...
Trying to bow out.
Trying to bow out.“Dad, Dad, Dad. I don’t want to do this anymore. I mean, you’ve had me and my brothers doing this for millennia. You rested after 7 days. Yeah, yeah, I’m kidding. You never rest. Is your Dad still creating worlds? There must be a trillion by now. He must really be ‘old school’ just doesn’t need rest.”“Well, son, number 34, if he keeps creating them, then we have to keep populating them. It’s our tradition.”“But I’d like to just hang out in that world of talking animals and birds with beautiful girls without sexual organs and ‘wicked stepmothers.’ It’s fun. I made them when I ...
Little Cafe on the Hill
Once a year, every year. I take a special winter trip into the mountains. I always pack the night before, and wake up early to leave. Embracing the chilly morning air, it doesn't take long to toss the few bags I take with me in the trunk. Brew a quick cup of coffee for the drive, lock up the house and I'm on the road by six. I'll let the radio play whatever it will as I hop on the highway to the mountains; sometimes I might even drive in silence and just listen to the sounds of the road. Cruising along I slip past any major traffic before it's ever on the road with me. When it strikes noon, l...