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SurreptitionAfter the locksmith had been and gone, Giovanni woke up and demanded food. He looked flushed and bizarrely annoyed, ever after Saffron had promised to prepare a meal. "You could just go home," she said, sending me a careful Look. I pretended not to notice it, especially since I had almost no idea what it was for. Giovanni's mouth drooped in an offended pout. He walked around and stood behind me, then draped himself over my shoulders so heavily that I had to grab his arms to keep myself from falling down.
"Pundit needs me," he said, not quite whining, but close. "What if he collapses again?"
I failed to push him off. "I'm not going to collapse. Stop being so dramatic." He just kissed my head and stayed where and as he was.
For a second, I forgot about everything but my immediate discomfort. My head ached, my body was thoroughly sore and weak in a cold, dampish way, my stomach an
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 11Curls brushed his ear, he could feel the tickling curve to his captor's hair. "Who"
"Oh, come on, ducks. I expected you to be clever." The arm loosened slightly and the voice dropped in pitch. "Don't disappoint me now."
The arms dropped away from him, leaving him free to jump to his feet and generally give in to alarm. There, lounging on the fitting room bench, was Benjamin Barrett, just as casually wicked as he had initially appeared, presenting a happily enigmatic image. "Well done. There is hope for you after all."
Taivuttaa reached for the lock switch, but a gust of warm air knocked his hand back. "What do you want?" he asked, keeping a wary peripheral eye on Benjamin, an easy task in the intimately enclosed space. "You keep talking like you've known about me for ages, but I have no idea who you are. All I know is that you make Novi nervous and you have a
Contra-Bandy ch20It wasn't the same anymore. Nothing ever was, that was just how time worked, but it felt unfair just then. I stared out at the duck pond and pretended I couldn't hear the crunch and squeak of grass submitting to rubber-soled shoes. It was always colder near water, even when it shouldn't have been. I remembered my first trip to California with my mother, one of the things that she had kept out of writing. She'd told me she had, when I was older, and I remembered the actual moment when I had asked her why not.
"Some things are so important that you need to hold them close," she'd said. For some reason, she'd been holding a rubber duck. This was odd because my memory was quite firmly certain that we had been washing dishes together. "You should only share them with your voice, sweetie."
I shivered and rubbed my arms. "They didn't tell me until she went to the hospital," I said. Sh
If the Poetry is SufficientIt was amazing how fast Giovanni fell asleep after saying something like that. I was sure I would never sleep again, and it certainly didn't help that he was clinging to me like ink on a letter. After he'd gone still, and his breathing was well beyond the realm of faking sleep, I lifted his arms off of me and wriggled out of the bed. He actually grumbled in his sleep, which didn't improve the tremors skating on my nerves, but I managed to stand up.
My hands felt like they were vibrating, and my legs were worse. A thick chill wrapped itself around my bones and freckled into my skin like shrapnel, wrestling a sneeze from me immediately after I'd taken a step away from the bed. I made a face, trying not to look at my hand. Tissue.
There was a box of them on the nightstand. They were a little dusty, but in my current state, I only cared that they were dry. Ugh, there was no way to avoid looking at it.
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 10The rest of the day was quiet. Taivuttaa felt this could be safely attributed to the long nap he had collapsed into soon after returning to the office, but he didn't want to trust any assumptions just yet. Harsh light from the streetlamp outside his window cut through the blinds and striated a square section of the carpet. He sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his foot, watching the grains of the carpet brush against the vibrant white and grey of the sock. It wasn't very late, in spite of the streetlamp. He looked up at the door and half-expected to hear a knock.
Novi had mentioned back-logging paperwork and the door to his own room being open, but Taivuttaa wasn't sure if he should take it as an invitation or leave the man alone until morning. He'd never spent so much time out of the sphere of Algorithm's annoyed guardianship. On the one hand, he didn't want to worry about it, but on the other, he worried
Buckley's Chance_Level 8The old bag was sipping a tea and something surreptitious stirred in, creaking as she continued to age in the comfy chair my father usually camped in. He was standing at her side like a triumphant soldier at the end of a particularly bloody war, just smiling at everyone. He was happy, because he could play make-believe as long as Gran was around.
As for my mother, she and Gran had never got on wellofficially they had a relationship based on approval and acceptance from Gran, and respect and a bit of obedience from my mother, but they really were not what anyone would call 'friends'.
When my father took trips by himself, my mom would stay home with me for a little while and complain about him and his mother. Those were the companionable times she and I both loved openly, but they were shorter than I liked.
I poured her a cup of the coffee that she and I were passing off as Earl Grey. It helped that we were on the opposite side of the roo
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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