What Batman Said to Sour-face

A young woman is slumped on an armchair.  Grey bags sprout under her eyes by the second.  In a hoarse voice she hollers sentences to the elder woman sitting next to her.  The older woman sits propped on a chair, her behind at the very edge of the seat, her head is cocked to one side, pushing her ears as close as they would go to the monitor standing on a low table before them, albeit the fact that the speaker is on a chair on the opposite side of the table. Continue reading

The Venomous Beast

Daily Prompt: Perspective – Write about the last disagreement you had with a friend or family member — from their perspective. 

The beast came at me freakishly fast.  Its gnarled teeth were exposed, its jaw unhinged, saliva drooping, it was ready to swallow me whole.  I threw potions at it that puffed ineffectively at its feet.  I threw knives, arrows; they bounced off like toothpicks.  I needed my axe. But I lost my axe fighting the Ice Troll at Drak Tharon Keep. Oh, what I would have given for that axe!

The beast was still coming. Continue reading

The Sweet, Alluring Smell of Paper

In this day and age, where everything is online, small and mobile, I still refuse to buy me a kindle.  I can see the convenience of it; reading using one hand, comfortable in bed, whole body under the covers, just one arm freezing on the outside — out of the sheltered warmth of the thick quilt — with no need to shift positions when a page needs tending to. But knowing all this, I still stick faithfully to the old paperback. Continue reading