If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how easy it is to get distracted. I wouldn’t tell you until I offered you a nice cup of hot brew though. That would just be rude. We do have cream and sugar, if you’re into that sort of thing, and if coffee’s not for you, there is water and maybe some tea around. I’m sure we can round up something.
There, now I can tell you that I’ve been a little distracted lately. My last post was a #BadPoetryThursday ten days ago (June 16, 2017), and just after that, I took vacation. Now you would think, or at least I would think, that a vacation would be a great time to get lots of writing done. Maybe even build that short story queue that I’ve been thinking about for a while, but then life happens and here we are ten days later lamenting the fact that I’ve been gone. I’ve missed you guys, by the way.
Here I am,
Running the park.
There I go,
Funning 'til dairk.
Been a rough day.
Left along the way.
I can't do it.
Just can't explain.
The release happens,
Inside my brain.
It's not bad,
You really should try.
You probably won't die.
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.
If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a candy to go along with it. Tonight I allowed myself to splurge a bit and buy some Wint-O-Green Lifesavers, which is something I should not have done. They are so good, but oh so bad at the same time. Won’t you be bad with me and help me get rid of these things before I rot the teeth slam outta my mouth?
Okay, maybe they’re not that bad, but I seem to have a problem with them. The problem being that it’s hard for me to quit them. Most days I can walk past with hardly a look back, but they got me tonight. Cleverly placed there in the aisle where I could see them, darn you Kroger, and your sneaky product placement!
“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.”