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Life's Precious LessonsA brief gust of warm wind through the open window at her elbow nearly lifted the page of her journal from beneath her fingers and she frowned. The warm weather was a welcome respite from the winter but she had to admit, it was exceeding odd. Too early in the season. She flattened her palm on the table to hold the page in place and peered out the window at the people milling around on the porch. Slowly, as if being drawn back to the present, sounds started coming to her. The clink of silverware, raucous laughter from two men sitting at another table across the room, a baby crying, dog barking in the distance.
Sylvie waved to a young waitress on her way past with a tray of dirty dishes, the waitress stopped with a rattle of china, “May I help you?”
“Please, do you know what time the stage is expected?”
Here the waitress smiled, “Your guess is as good as mine. The schedule read nine this morning but who knows. Would you like another cup of tea?”
Divided Chapter 7He was talking in his sleep again. Pepper stood by the couch, arms crossed, wondering whether she should wake him or let him stay there for the night. The closer the start date for project “Controlled Chaos” came, the more agitated, disjointed he'd become. She was sick with worry, mostly because it felt like the old days when he would work to exhaustion, unable to shut his mind down, overextend himself.
She walked to the wet bar and lowered the lights, leaning over the counter, staring out the windows at Manhattan. It was her favorite evening view. Her private nightlight, a comfort that the world was still spinning, life was still carrying on.
Pepper heard him mumble again as he shifted position on the couch and she glanced at him.
When he'd received a call from the President inviting him to come to Washington two years prior, he'd respectfully declined. The next call came in the form of an order from the leader of the free world. He had nearly declined a second time until
Divided Chapter 6Somewhere in the manor, a door opened and shut. Colin looked at the time on his tablet, eleve-twenty in the evening and wondered if it was Brenna. When they'd finally arrived home that afternoon, Brenna had complained of a headache and refused supper, going up to her bedchamber and staying there the rest of the evening. After the evening meal, he had excused himself as well, listening to the household sounds while he compiled the data he'd gathered over the last forty-eight hours into his first official report, then for the last hour, he had been sitting on his bed, staring at the blank tablet screen, trying to start his first journal entry.
“Right then,” He mumbled to himself, cracking his knuckles. He pulled the keypad up and begin to type...
He smiled, just typing the name fairly blew his mind..
Agent: Colin M. Denehy
Where do I begin? It seems as if I have stepped, not into another realm, but into another time altogeth
Divided Chapter 5Colin took the grid scanner out of the satchel at his feet and let himself down from the wagon. Loki had moved to stand beside Thor, watching.
“What do you think of them, Master Denehy?” Thor swept his hand across the landscape.
Colin shook his head, “You know, let's dispense with the niceties. Call me Col, Colin, Denehy, anything but master, bleedin' hell...” He held up his hand, “If it please yer Majesty.”
Thor shrugged, “As you wish, Colin. What say you to the longhouses?”
Colin started to speak, then smacked his forehead, reaching up into the satchel again to pull out his tablet. He tapped it once and started to read, put it down on the floor of the wagon and slid the button up on the grid scanner. At once, a red laser grid of intersecting lines descended onto the landscape in front of them, longhouses included. Colin slid the button back, the grid disappeared and he touched it to the top of the tablet.
“Ah yeah, you naile
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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