Lucid Waking

Originally published January 02, 2006

Five little roses waiting for spring
Five little roses waiting for summer
Silently waiting, under the snow.

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Originally published on January 01, 2006

           It was a terribly black night with rain falling faster than arrows in an ambush. She was sitting where she always sat doing what she always did. And what she would be doing for an eternity more. A knock on the door shattered her thoughts and with the movement of lightning, she was at the door.
            A cloaked figure stood at the door holding the hand of a pregnant Halfling. The woman was doubled over in pain; her knuckles were white on the fist holding the figure’s gloved hand.
            “What have we here?” she asked nostalgically.
            “You know bloody well, woman. I don’t have time for this. Take the girl or you will feel my blade.”
            “Give me one reason why I should be afraid of you, Shaghira.”
            Thunder crashed in the sky and the rain came down harder. Acid cold drops drenched the Halfling already almost drowning in sweat.
            “Don’t do this for me, do it for her.” The figure picked up the halfling and placed it in the woman’s arms before disappearing into the mist. The woman closed the door and placed the Halfling on the bed. Soon cries of a tiny infant filled the small hut and the rain started to stop.
            “Damn this weather,” she said as she sat down again in her usual spot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the Weather Master had something to do with this.”
            The sun glistened in wet windowpanes and cast distorted dots on the mother and child’s face. The flowers outside turned up towards the sun and a lone nymph behind a tree smiled.

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Originally published on January 01, 2006

A double post today because, not only is it the beginning of the month, but it’s also the beginning of the year! One of the things I’m going to try to do with my posts is not explain them and write a lot less on the top. But if I need to explain a few things, I’m not going to hesitate to tell you up here.

           December placed his cards down face up on the table and reached for the bowl.
            “Read ‘em and weep, little brother,” January said as she grabbed the bowl and emptied it onto her plate. Potato chips, tortilla chips, and onion rings, fell onto her plate before she replaced the empty bowl back in the center of the table.
            “We can’t play anymore; you keep winning and I’m out of chips,” December said as he looked at his plate.
            January smiled. “Alright. Here,” she said as she put some of the chips on her plate back on his. She shuffled the cards and set up a game of solitaire while December got up and turned on the television.
            “Trouble all around, hey sis?” December said turning to face her.
            “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” she said laughing.
            December turned around and faced the television again.
            “You know what I mean,” he said, “a memorial?”
            “It wasn’t a choice of mine, but I feel it’s a gift.”
            “I wish I had your outlook,” December said as he shut off the television and climbed up the stairs.

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