Jimmy glanced back over his shoulder at Shan, dripping wet and shivering, before turning back to the cold hearth, swearing.
“At our core, we are all creative beings. Whether or not you can see it now, is irrelevant. You will see it, as all do, eventually.”
The words came back to Ral at the strangest times. They would often snap him to attention, to a greater perception of himself. At those times, he would travel back and hear the words new again, as if they had been spoken only moments ago.
“So that’s it then?”
Bob’s voice was soft to the point of timidity. That irritated Sharon more than anything. A man like Bob, a big, broad, hulk of a man, should not sound timid. Not when faced with certain death and definitely not when faced with a hundred pound, goth girl who just wanted him to go away.
“Yeah, that’s it. I can’t take it anymore. And don’t look at me like that. You had to know this was coming. Even you’re not that dumb.”
This short is a continuation of a previous #ShortTuesday. If you would like to read it, click here. If not, I think this short stands on its own. Either way, thanks for stopping by!
Rannal made his way down the busy Canal Street, stumbling left and right as he went. He would stumble into one person or another as they hurried to get home before the sun fell below the horizon, endure the cursing that followed, and carry on. Canal Street was a main corridor of the city and notorious for thieves, especially after dark, and no one wanted to waste time on a drunk like him. They just wanted to get home before dark, before the thieves appeared.
Good thieves did not need the cover of dark to rob a person though. A good thief just needed to make contact with the person they were robbing. A stinking cloak covered in grime accompanied by the smell of wine on the breath didn’t hurt either.
Malia punched her mattress and cursed.
“Please Miss, calm down,” her maid Talees said. Talees stood by the thick wooden door, ready to bolt from the room if Malia took to another fit.
The girl was far too aggressive and angry for a princess. Talees had learned over the years to always have an escape route at the ready when Malia was upset.
“Can you believe what that old, cantankerous fool said to me! That he will never train a girl. That it’s not proper for a woman to touch a blade. Women can’t handle a sword. Really!?” She stomped around her room, from one wall to another and back again. “I’ll show him! I will become a Blademaster. The first woman Blademaster.”
“Won’t you come in for a drink?” Linnel pursed pouty lips and batted long dark lashes at Rin as they stood beneath a flickering street lamp just outside her home.
Rin looked away from her, choosing to gaze down the dark street rather than into those dark, seductive eyes. “I should go. I probably shouldn’t have come in the first place.”
She placed a light hand on his chest to turn him back and felt the muscle beneath. “Surely one drink wouldn’t hurt. For old time sake?”
The question hung in the air between them as he considered the proposition.
Consideration turned to rationalization in short order and they made their way inside.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with the drinks.” Linnel disappeared into the kitchen.
What was Rin doing back in this house. He knew better than this. This was not a situation he needed to be in, and yet, here he was.
“No need to get comfortable. I won’t be here that long. One drink and I’m out,” he replied, hoping to convince himself of the statement more than her.
“Oh, I know,” came the melodic response from the kitchen.
She pulled two glasses from the cupboard, placed three cubes of ice in each and filled them with just the right amount of Jack and Coke. She left just enough room in his to add the most slumberous potion she had ever brewed to his drink and made her way out of the kitchen.
“Your favorite,” Linnel purred, joining Rin where he stood looking decidedly less than comfortable by the couch.
He accepted the drink with a grunt that sounded of “thanks” and took a step back. One drink and he would be out, and he would make sure this didn’t happen again. He had agreed to a drink though, so he turned it up. A drink was hard to resist after the day he had had anyway.
Linnel smiled as Rin began to sway, reached out her hand and plucked the glass from his hand as his body melted to the floor.
Linnel fiegned surprise. “Oh. That’s what you meant by one drink and your out.”
Short Tuesday is a little something I try to do… on Tuesdays! Sorry, couldn’t help it. Anyway, I take a word, a word like slumberous and try my best to write a short story or scene with it. The words typically come from Dictionary.com’s word of the day e-mails that show up in my inbox every morning around 8:12am, but aren’t limited to them.
I hope you enjoyed reading my Short! Feel free to come back anytime.
The King’s garden was grand in both size and beauty. The fact that they were brought indoors was nothing short of amazing. The feat itself could only be dwarfed by the beauty on display.
Princess Zara knelt near the casket that held her father, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears that streamed down her pale face to splatter the marble below.