I know I locked the door.
She must have found the key I hid.
She pushed with all her might against the door, as I struggled to keep it closed.
I don't know how much time passed, but she made some unexpected gains and soon a gap appeared.
She slid her foot in and caught my ankle, knocking me off balance. I was on my back. I was sliding.
I stood up, dizzied, not knowing how this could have happened.
So I grabbed the knob and twisted it. The door did not budge. But I could feel her holding tightly. Waiting.
I took a deep breath and pushed. I gathered my thoughts. I channeled my sorrows and my joys into my force against the door. My rage and euphoria combined sent me flying into my effort.
Suddenly I made some unexpected gains, and a gap appeared.
I slid my foot in and caught her ankle.
She was off balance. Sliding.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Frightful Night
Eugene here.
The Girl has stepped out to mop up celestial bodies that seemed to have dropped from the heavens and cluttered her balcony.
At first she was desperately kicking at the astronomical objects, however, I trotted over and nudged her into a more delicate approach. It was difficult to see her in such a fitful state, writhing... and tears dripping down into the sparkly mess. It would seem she lost something in the process, or perhaps she lost it prior... in any event her mood was considerably disturbed by the situation. She kicked and lifted and peered beneath each item, but I warned her to disengage as she held many of them too long and they began to burn her fingers with white-hot heat.
She then grabbed a mop. The mop had intensely sticky strands, so I knew it would be just the fix she needed to soak up all the star juice that had spilled from her eyes along with the unexpected debris of the cosmic event. I told her that when she finished, we would take the mop and toss it into the Volcano of Lamentations, where all of our dearest departed Elder Champions are laid to rest.
Sincerely Yours,
Eugene (Champion Pegasus, Golden Elite Squad)
The Girl has stepped out to mop up celestial bodies that seemed to have dropped from the heavens and cluttered her balcony.
At first she was desperately kicking at the astronomical objects, however, I trotted over and nudged her into a more delicate approach. It was difficult to see her in such a fitful state, writhing... and tears dripping down into the sparkly mess. It would seem she lost something in the process, or perhaps she lost it prior... in any event her mood was considerably disturbed by the situation. She kicked and lifted and peered beneath each item, but I warned her to disengage as she held many of them too long and they began to burn her fingers with white-hot heat.
She then grabbed a mop. The mop had intensely sticky strands, so I knew it would be just the fix she needed to soak up all the star juice that had spilled from her eyes along with the unexpected debris of the cosmic event. I told her that when she finished, we would take the mop and toss it into the Volcano of Lamentations, where all of our dearest departed Elder Champions are laid to rest.
Sincerely Yours,
Eugene (Champion Pegasus, Golden Elite Squad)
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Funerals
When you are forced to live through the performance... you are made to bear witness to dissolution while it is in progress... all the while hoping it isn't really happening? Cruel.
Eugene is shaking his head with disappointment, whispering admonitions. I should have lowered my expectations long ago. But who could have anticipated this kind of departure??? This... this is sadness at its most dark and vulgar.
And it makes no sense.
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