Concrete concepts about ethereal energies
Allowed Marcus to start to subtle shades of unseeable colors
So he sent his will into the void to draw a picture of what he wanted
The art bloomed into reality. It was magical
Corey raised his beer in salute
Reese laughed and tilted his seltzer
Eunice lifted her tequila shot
What they did next would break the internet
The forge glowed red hot, casting a hellish glow. Kira pulled her quenched metal from the oil bath. The piece blazed to life as residual oil ignited from the heat still encapsulated in the metal’s heart. Kira had beaten that heart into the piece, using a piece of hers as the model. She took a rasp and dragged it along the edge of the metal. The rasp danced and so did Kira’s heart. It was hard.
Later that evening she left the smithy behind and went in search of Pablo. She knew her parents would love to have her marry the boy, but Kira wasn’t happy about it. He was the baker’s boy, and while she thought he was cute he was a bit pudgy.
She found him entertaining his friends. She hung back watching him while nervously shifting her metal creation in her hands. That’s when she saw her opportunity. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the disc flying, cutting Cupid’s bow in half as the imp had been aiming at her.
Cupid’s look would have broken many a heart, but Kira smiled. She might still fall for the boy, but it would be under her terms.
The snow continued to fall, covering the refuse of Gary’s life. He smiled at the cold whitewashing of his previous mistakes. It gave him a crisp clean perspective on his past. The sad thing was he knew soon the sun would come out and the blanket of white would melt away, allowing his warts to once again be in plain sight.
At least for now he could pretend there had been nothing wrong as he sipped his spiked hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. Spring can take its own sweet time. He was happy to be buried in blankness.
Taking time to learn a new task
Repeating it over and over
As it becomes a part of one’s being
It meant that if you get on track
Nothing will stop your locomotion
Misha looked back over the waves
In the distance, she could still see the fires on the shore
Reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on Herb
After everything, the two of them had been through
Cutting ties with their past and sailing into the unknown was the hardest
Last week it looked like they would both be dead in a mass grave
Even unbelievers like Misha could recognize their escape for what it was
Let’s play a game of pretend. Pretend you are a better person. Pretend you are kind. Pretend you are smart. Pretend that you matter. Keep pretending a bit more each day. My daughter pretends to be a princess every day, and I believe her. Make the world believe in you.