Sheets of rain, Across the roof. Hoping that, It's waterproof. For being wet, I don't mind. But in the proper, Place and time. Not in bed, Middle of night. Drips of head, Waking fright. For all things, A season. For that though, No reason.
Tess pulled her hair up, exposing the solar system adorning her neck. It was her favorite tattoo and fitting for her as it reflected the origin of her hippy parent’s given name, Planetes. The greek for planets, meaning wanderer. The word had described her parents perfectly. She wasn’t so sure that it fit her.
A mix of dirt and small gravel rock crunched a rhythm beneath her feet as she ran down the two lane road and past a newly sprouted corn field, before turning down a dusty dirt path strewn with brown pine needles. A mile in, she found her stride and her breathing matched up as she watched the evening sun sink into the forest before her. Not everything in Pleasantville was perfect, but this was. This was her sanctuary. The peace of an evening trail run. Now she wondered if that had changed. Had she lost that peace?
If we were having coffee, I’d say how sorry I am that I’ve been so absent for so long. Then, I would offer you up some of this nice, strong 8 O’Clock coffee that I’m drinking. Coffee not your thing? I’m sure that we can rustle something up.
There, isn’t that nice? Now that we’re all settled, let’s talk a bit.
Honestly, I’m not sure where the time goes. Only that it keeps on slippin’ away. I, like you, try as hard as possible to make the most of every minute, but so often when looking back on a week, I find myself disappointed. I see the things that I wanted to, intended to, meant to do, that for whatever reason, just did not get done, and it frustrates the daylights out of me.
Does that ever happen to you?
“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.”
“What can I get you to drink this morning?” She was tall and thin with mid-length hair pulled back tight against her head to form a small pony tail in the back. A few strands pulled free from the bonds of the rubber band to fall across her forehead and threaten her eyes.
“Just a cappuccino please,” I replied. “Oh, and a water. That should do me for this morning.” She disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with a view of the street beyond my red cloth covered table.
The restaurant, more of a cafe really, was small with a dining room, deck, and a pastry case boasting all sorts of Italian sweets. I gave them a good inspection upon arrival. Continue reading
Well, I suppose that it has been a while. Bit all the same, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you to drag up a chair, maybe order up a coffee or tea or whatever kind of concoction you would like since we would be hanging out in the Barnes & Noble Cafe. The fine folks here can hook you right up!
All good? Great, shall we chat?