a. The Walk
I walked home, taking the long way with the street lamps. I went past the trees and I saw a bright light. My heart leapt in my chest exploding into loud pounds. It was the brightest light that I had ever seen and it had landed just over there. A door opened in the light. There was a dark figure. There was a resounding clang as slow heavy footsteps made their way down down the gangplank. My mouth is as dry as the dessert. I close my eyes tightly not wanting to believe. But I already know the truth.
b. Storm Dreaming
The sky darkens quickly and the air gets thick with the grey tension, the hairs on my arms stand on end. It cools quickly and the heavy drops of rain begin to hit the ground in dollops. Lightening flickers. The sky is split open and a slow rumble fills the sky. The storm begins. Another slash of lightening splits the sky and the clouds rumble ominously. The wind picks up and lifts the corners of my jacket and flashes my hair before my eyes. The tension hangs in the air and you feel like you need a knife.
c. Goodbye
I remember the day that I said goodbye to you. I didn't know it but it would be the last day that I ever saw you. You would become a smile in a picture. It was a day like any other, no auspicious beginnings. Just. An. Ordinary. Day. The birds in the trees chattering merrily despite what was to happen. You were deep asleep next to me and I was wide awake. A thousand times have I wished to go back to that moment. When I didn't know, couldn't know that today was my last day with you.
d. It's Morning.
I am on the train to the city, it's a grey winters morning with rain beating down on the train outside. Weary, wet people heads down, faces buried in phones. The scenery rushing past, the quiet rattle and hum of the train. Lost. In. Thought. The stations come and go, more and more people crowd on the train, some are chattering quietly. The minutes go by and the train gets nearer to the city. All too soon it pulls into the city station. Eight hours later, I return on the same train to do it all again tomorrow. Futility.
e. Kallie the Cat
The honest truth of the matter is that cats rule the world. They are able to come and go as they please, they are waited on hand and foot by willing slaves who take care of them and pay their way. And the queen of all the cats is my cat Kallie, or Kalliope. She rules this world with an iron paw and she demands complete loyalty, she doesn't take too kindly to men who she thinks have ruined her world and must pay. She definitely has her favourites and dotes on them as is her want with fuzzy loving.