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charisstomaThere's a very nice photo that inspired this complete with palm tree fronds.
This morning the car gave that endearing stuttered purr of a near dead battery. It's a Friday, I've way more sick days and vacation days then they'll pay me for, and I was having a hard time gearing myself up to go to work anyway as lack of sleep, allergies or cold virus took their toll on me. I even took a moment to consider the dreaded word retirement this morning. I love my job but this school year's beginning has been harder than the beginning of previous school years, even the year I had abdominal surgery during the summer. By the by, buy stock in facial tissues. Lots of stock. You won't be sorry ... unless I die.
Title: "Another perfect day in paradise."
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 336
Straining his eyes to make out what could be posts or chairs or, he mentally laughed at himself, they were more probably trash containers, a subtle reminder to keep the sandy beach clean.
Logan Olsen didn’t often come down to the beach, only when he felt contemplative, taking a look at his life and reviewing his choices. The ocean swept its waves across the sands, cleaning and depositing as it had since the water had grown plentiful enough to become one great seemingly living unhuman body.
By morning the two sets of parallel lines that he could see, impressed into the beach by motorized vehicles, would be gone. Almost he wanted to stay and watch the waves climb up over the sands as the tide rose. Did the trucks gather up the trash barrels at night? Of course they must or what good would they be. And the cost, Logan snorted, imagine having to replace barrels on a daily basis and what of the barrels’ contents.
Now if those were posts… it would be eerie to watch the waves slowly swallow the posts. The image created a frisson, brushing lightly down his spine. Death would be like that too. It was entirely too easy to see the symbolism. When the water receded it left clean smooth beach behind but also evidences of the passing of once living things. The bones of shellfish and the soon decaying flesh of kelp and other things.
“You think too much and too loudly,” a voice spoke from behind him. “If you gave yourself to me then you’d never grow old.”
“I’d be dead,” Logan answered without turning around. “Another body found upon the sand perhaps.”
“As I said, thinking too much,” there was a smile in the voice, one Logan could feel as the words brushed cool over the short hairs at his nape. If only the words included warm arms looped around him from behind to aid his decisions but that was not what he saw in his future.
This morning the car gave that endearing stuttered purr of a near dead battery. It's a Friday, I've way more sick days and vacation days then they'll pay me for, and I was having a hard time gearing myself up to go to work anyway as lack of sleep, allergies or cold virus took their toll on me. I even took a moment to consider the dreaded word retirement this morning. I love my job but this school year's beginning has been harder than the beginning of previous school years, even the year I had abdominal surgery during the summer. By the by, buy stock in facial tissues. Lots of stock. You won't be sorry ... unless I die.
Title: "Another perfect day in paradise."
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 336
Straining his eyes to make out what could be posts or chairs or, he mentally laughed at himself, they were more probably trash containers, a subtle reminder to keep the sandy beach clean.
Logan Olsen didn’t often come down to the beach, only when he felt contemplative, taking a look at his life and reviewing his choices. The ocean swept its waves across the sands, cleaning and depositing as it had since the water had grown plentiful enough to become one great seemingly living unhuman body.
By morning the two sets of parallel lines that he could see, impressed into the beach by motorized vehicles, would be gone. Almost he wanted to stay and watch the waves climb up over the sands as the tide rose. Did the trucks gather up the trash barrels at night? Of course they must or what good would they be. And the cost, Logan snorted, imagine having to replace barrels on a daily basis and what of the barrels’ contents.
Now if those were posts… it would be eerie to watch the waves slowly swallow the posts. The image created a frisson, brushing lightly down his spine. Death would be like that too. It was entirely too easy to see the symbolism. When the water receded it left clean smooth beach behind but also evidences of the passing of once living things. The bones of shellfish and the soon decaying flesh of kelp and other things.
“You think too much and too loudly,” a voice spoke from behind him. “If you gave yourself to me then you’d never grow old.”
“I’d be dead,” Logan answered without turning around. “Another body found upon the sand perhaps.”
“As I said, thinking too much,” there was a smile in the voice, one Logan could feel as the words brushed cool over the short hairs at his nape. If only the words included warm arms looped around him from behind to aid his decisions but that was not what he saw in his future.
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Date: 2015-08-29 08:55 am (UTC)Sorry the start of the year has been tough. It'll get better, and more fulfilling. Just don't forget to stop, take the time to smell the roses, and surrender your mind to the here and now. I've had a few rough years where I didn't do that, but yesterday I just let go and stopped thinking about anything but the here and now that was before me. And it was bliss.
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Date: 2015-08-29 01:52 pm (UTC)Allergy season and me + lack of sleep on that first day. Coffee to stay awake and coffee that keeps me from sleeping. There's a delicate balance and I wasn't coping well.
Thursday I found myself nodding off as my boss was giving a lecture to the students about this is this and that is that. Not good. *smiles* It will get better.
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:14 pm (UTC)hope things get better.
I had to go peek at the pic for it to make sense. But think there's been a problem - I don't see the link to part two anywhere?
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Date: 2015-08-30 03:40 am (UTC)There is no part 2. It could be a vampire except that um sun shining brightly. So Death? Or maybe some other spirit or a god who is cold to the touch and visits beaches in pursuit of a certain lover? But then how will it keep Logan young? *GRINS*
*nods head*
Death it is.
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Date: 2015-08-30 06:57 pm (UTC)Do mermen age?
Nix? - mm-event had a great Nix story.
Morgen? - ditto above
ooo don't look now, there's a pluuny with the cutest little scyth leaping to the table behind you, the bow is an adorable touch, really stylish swirly cloak he has, his eyes have a hungry glow but I think he's friendly.
Oops not quite, he clearly bites!
WELL. WHERE IS MY SEQUEL.
(death talks in capitals, it's a quirk of his)