We’d made it to our villa after driving through a fast food place by early afternoon. At this point, I felt that whoever said “money can’t buy happiness” was a damn fool. Maybe it didn’t, not by itself, but it sure helped break the frozen ice that surrounded the happy place. Given that Apex had …
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Breaking Down Walls
After I picked her up in the kitchen, we were all over the apartment. Intense and passionate doesn’t even began to describe our lovemaking. It was as if we were truly rediscovering each other after all these years, and that the fear and dread of a true fight, that facade finally shattered, the poison and …
Tearing the Scab Off
The party raged on. I guess it’s ironic, but the more the people around you drink and the later it gets, its not always that entertaining when you can’t get drunk, no matter how much you drink. So, I’d kind of given up trying when we left the Utopia club. I’d tried to give it …
Spiral of Regret
I’d left the conversation. I couldn’t leave the aircraft, but I'd left the conversation, turning my attention towards the take-off and initial flight maneuvering. The limited AI James, although I wasn’t entirely sure what Titan meant by that and why he was different than Apex, could have handled all of the flight controls, including the …
Revelations: Ruminations and Regrets
I stand in the courtyard, listening to Whitley in her La Amante persona…..make pronouncements She’d always been high strung, and this persona incorporated parts of her commanding presence as a doctor, but there was something different, something crueler maybe. I’d tried to talk to her earlier in the morning, to, well, if I am …
Revelations: Part I
The flames' height had dropped as they consumed the most flammable of materials in the estate house. If anything, though, the fire grew in heat intensity, especially around the stone stairs to the bolt hole or safe room. I hadn't been able to enter, and Brujeria had been to wounded and in too much pain …
Open Wounds
I sit at the back of the little plaza, watching the celebration unfold. They ignore us, for the most part, not overtly hostile, but not.....welcoming either. We are the family of their new high priestess to be, whatever they officially called the position, regardless of the magic, or maybe because of the magic, a tribe …
Waiting
“I 'ate this fuckin' room.” Five minutes later, “I 'ate this fuckin' room.” I sit next to the bed. Again. I sit and I stare at the unconscious form. Her long purple hair lies tangled about her sleeping form. Of course, its not entirely purple any more, and I guess its a sleeping form now. …
Just in Case . . . .
START RECORDING The video shows the sandy haired man staring into the camera. The room behind him shows a massive bed, tightly made, the floor spotless, various punk and skaa band posters are plastered on one wall. Twenty three seconds of silence play through the video as the man stares into the camera before he …
What Price Memory, Part X
I sit there, lost in the memory of a pinup show. The foggy memory clears, and nothing about poor cell phone video gets in the way. With her there, her hand upon my leg as she sips the last of the wine, I can fe..... “Good stuff,” she says, knocking rest of the wine back, …
What Price Memory, Part VII
We continued to sit, her sobbing into my shoulder, I in mute rage at the pain she has suffered because of a decision to help me so long ago. As she quiets, I could still feel, taste the pain hovering around her, hear the shuddering of her breath, the thunder of her heart, as if …
What Price Memory, Part III
I've suffered a lot of pain in my life, assuming any of my memories are true. Which is debatable, at best. I remember bullets in Iraq, grenade fragments in Afghanistan. What I do know, is that just because something heals quickly, does not mean that the pain is any less severe, you just don't die …
What Price Memory: Intro
They'd had some good times over the last few days, the three of them. Awkward at times, of course, but good, he'd thought. But she kept doling out the information slowly, and he had a soldier's dichotomy of immense patience while on or planning the mission, and almost none in his personal life. Whether it …
Making Up for Lost Time: Part I
Two mornings later, as he was finishing his training course, two of the three most important women in his life approached. As he finished the combat shooting course he and Bryan had built, the youngest started to walk through it, when the elder grabbed her shirt from behind, pulling her to a stop. There they …
Interrogating the Past: Part II
When he had walked into the medical bay after a couple hours on the roof, he’d sat on the edge of the bed, holding the hand of the still motionless form of his lover. “I don’t know what I am doing baby, I really don’t know how to be a father, but I want to, …
Last Dreams 