I really don’t know how I would categorize this story. Folk tale? children’s tale? fable? Take your choice. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I had some vague idea of writing a series of stories from a story-teller’s point of view. . . Not too sure where I was going with them, but here’s the first in the series. :-)
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Night and Day
In the beginning it was light all of the time. But one day the light vanished and the world became cold and bleak. The herb-wives and wise-men made charms out of the strongest magics they knew, but there was no relief from the darkness.
In this village dwelt a boy named Todos, who was the orphaned son of both an important herb-wife and a powerful wise-man. Because of this, he thought himself better than most. After the herb-wives and wise-men ran out of magic and still had not brought back the light, Todos scolded them.
“Aren’t you fine magic-workers, you can’t do a simple thing like bring back the light. Even I could do that.”
The herb-wives and wise-men grew very angry at this and they drove Todos from the village.
“Then don’t come back until you do,” they called after him.
Todos ran into the woods, all the way to the cave where his Aunt Nahara lived. She was the keeper of a magic fire that held all the answers to the universe, which made her the oldest and wisest woman of all.
“Where has the light gone and how can I bring it back?” Todos asked.
Nahara stared into her magic fire for a long time.
“An old man has stolen the light. Why, I know not. To find the light you must travel far to the north. You will know you are in the right place when you get there.”
“Thank you, Aunt,” Todos said respectfully, and left the cave.
He traveled for many days in the dark and cold. Every place looked the same for everywhere there was nothing but snow and darkness. At last, far in the distance, he saw a ray of light.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Todos traveled onwards. At last he came to a tall hill of snow. One side of the hill was bright with light, the other side lost in darkness. In front of the hill was an old man shoveling snow.
Todos hid behind a pine tree on the dark side of the hill, trying to figure out a way to get the ball of light away from the old man. At last he approached the old man.
“What are you doing?” he asked
The old man stopped shoveling and replied, “I am digging a chasm in the snow. The job is much easier now that I have this ball of light with which to see. Now all my chasms will look the same. Who are you and where did you come from?”
“My village is so very dark and cold that I did not want to live there any more,” said Todos. He peered into the hole the old man was digging. “It doesn’t look all that deep to me.”
“I will prove to you how deep it is,” the old man said, and jumped in.
The moment the old man disappeared from view, Todos snatched up the ball of light and ran.
The old man shouted at him but by the time he had climbed out of his chasm, Todos was gone. From that time onward he was forced to dig his chasms without the aid of the light, which is why chasms of snow in the arctic are all different shapes and sizes.
The ball of light seemed to grow heavier and heavier as Todos traveled southward. So he broke of a piece and threw it away, making day. He continued onwards but the ball began to grow heavy again, so again he broke off a piece and threw it away making another day.
Todos continued to travel, breaking off pieces of day as he went, until he reached his own village. Triumphant, he threw the last of the ball into the sky where it became the sun.
“There!” he said. “I have brought back the light. Now we will have light and then dark, day and then night.”
And from then on, in Todos’ village, day and night followed each other, but the lengths of each varied for sometimes he traveled a long way without throwing any light away, and sometimes only a short distance. And that is why sometimes our days and nights are very short, and sometimes they are very long.
May 29, 2009
May 28, 2009
My Oasis
Okay, this post is totally Ben Solah's fault. (Just kidding Ben!) He started a really cool thread over on AW inviting everyone to post a picture of their writing space. A great number of people have also been posting their pictures on their websites and blogs and who am I to buck the trend? :-)
First, we have the view from in front of the desk (just click on it for a bigger version). Yes, there's two computers (lap top and desk top) and two printers (inkjet sorta above the back of the chair, and color laser in the back of the closet). The plastic bin in the back left corner of the closet? That's the one the cats take turns sleeping in. It used to hold my Christmas wrapping paper. And yes, this is the cleaned up version of my office. Just in case you were wondering.
And this is the view from behind my desk. Doesn't the book case under the window look nice? And the books are all alphabetized, too. You can just see the edge of the new bookcase on the far left, one of three identical ones if you remember from the floor plan in a previous post.
That's pretty much it. If I had a camera of my own I might have taken another couple of shots from behind the desk so you could see the entire scope of books I have in here. But I was using a borrowed camera so I didn't really check the pictures after I took them.
I don't know if you can tell from the pictures, but the desk is built to fit into a corner. Originally it had a hutch on top and the only way it really worked had me sitting with my back to the window. This drove me nuts. I just couldn't create with my back to the window. So I ripped the hutch off and rearranged things the way you see them here. This is my oasis of peace and calm and creativity.
First, we have the view from in front of the desk (just click on it for a bigger version). Yes, there's two computers (lap top and desk top) and two printers (inkjet sorta above the back of the chair, and color laser in the back of the closet). The plastic bin in the back left corner of the closet? That's the one the cats take turns sleeping in. It used to hold my Christmas wrapping paper. And yes, this is the cleaned up version of my office. Just in case you were wondering.
And this is the view from behind my desk. Doesn't the book case under the window look nice? And the books are all alphabetized, too. You can just see the edge of the new bookcase on the far left, one of three identical ones if you remember from the floor plan in a previous post.
That's pretty much it. If I had a camera of my own I might have taken another couple of shots from behind the desk so you could see the entire scope of books I have in here. But I was using a borrowed camera so I didn't really check the pictures after I took them.
I don't know if you can tell from the pictures, but the desk is built to fit into a corner. Originally it had a hutch on top and the only way it really worked had me sitting with my back to the window. This drove me nuts. I just couldn't create with my back to the window. So I ripped the hutch off and rearranged things the way you see them here. This is my oasis of peace and calm and creativity.
On Procrastination . . .
This is a really cool link for anyone who (like me) is a procrastinator. I never knew there was so much information about it. Of course I never got around to looking before . . .
I’m not sure where I found the link, probably on AW somewhere. Do I sound a little scatterbrained today? That’s probably because I’m feeling a little scatterbrained today. Thank you for noticing.
Now this link is also cool and I have no idea where I found it. I thought it came from the procrastinating site, but I just checked and it didn’t . However, it doesn’t make it any less cool. One word, so little time features a new word every day and you get one minute to write about it.
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Notice the sad and pathetic word counts for yesterday.
I blame the poem I sent for inclusion in an anthology. Even though they say you won’t hear back for two weeks minimum, they sent me an e-mail rather quickly asking for a couple of changes. Two lines in the first stanza, one line in the fifth.
Three freaking lines. Took me all morning yesterday, right up until school, to fix them. I ended up re-writing the first verse completely, which didn’t take long and I think it actually works better. The single line, however. Argh! The rest of the stanza looked good, it was just that one line. Again I say, Argh!
Then, in the interest of tightening up the whole thing, I deleted the fourth stanza because I think it was really just saying the same thing as the third, just in a different way.
After all that, I don’t feel bad about the lack of other writing I got done yesterday. Plus my predictions about the headache came true. It turned into a real killer.
I’m not sure where I found the link, probably on AW somewhere. Do I sound a little scatterbrained today? That’s probably because I’m feeling a little scatterbrained today. Thank you for noticing.
Now this link is also cool and I have no idea where I found it. I thought it came from the procrastinating site, but I just checked and it didn’t . However, it doesn’t make it any less cool. One word, so little time features a new word every day and you get one minute to write about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Notice the sad and pathetic word counts for yesterday.
I blame the poem I sent for inclusion in an anthology. Even though they say you won’t hear back for two weeks minimum, they sent me an e-mail rather quickly asking for a couple of changes. Two lines in the first stanza, one line in the fifth.
Three freaking lines. Took me all morning yesterday, right up until school, to fix them. I ended up re-writing the first verse completely, which didn’t take long and I think it actually works better. The single line, however. Argh! The rest of the stanza looked good, it was just that one line. Again I say, Argh!
Then, in the interest of tightening up the whole thing, I deleted the fourth stanza because I think it was really just saying the same thing as the third, just in a different way.
After all that, I don’t feel bad about the lack of other writing I got done yesterday. Plus my predictions about the headache came true. It turned into a real killer.
May 27, 2009
Whimsical Wednesday
Sorry folks, not feeling very whimsical today. Woke up with a bad headache and from the looks of it it's going to get worse before it gets better. Even my eyes are having a hard time focusing this morning.
So, again, I'm having the LOL cats bail me out. I think the last one pretty much sums me up today. :-)
So, again, I'm having the LOL cats bail me out. I think the last one pretty much sums me up today. :-)
May 26, 2009
By Guess and By Goalie
No, that’s not a typo in the post title, I don’t mean “golly” I mean “goalie”. As in goal. As in setting of them.
It’s come to my attention that I’ve been paying a lot of lip service to setting goals lately. For every reason someone can give me to set them, I find two excuses why I can’t. In fact, I started this post yesterday with every intention of saving it for next Monday. You know, the old start something new at the beginning of a new week ploy.
Of course then I realized it for the sad excuse it was and decided to do something about it.
Now, all that being said and good intentions aside, I have a real problem with personal goals, both the setting of them and the keeping of them. Which is why I’m not so much setting goals as making myself accountable for my progress (or lack thereof).
So, you may have noticed that I’ve removed the progress bars on the right (not that they’ve been showing much progress lately) and replaced them with three new headings: New Words, Edited Words, and Other Writing.
Each morning, when I update my blog, I’ll update the previous day’s progress in these areas. For instance, the numbers that are up this morning are the numbers from yesterday. Admittedly they’re not great numbers, but I didn’t have this epiphany until after supper so as far as I’m concerned yesterday’s numbers aren’t bad. Every Monday I’ll post the totals from the previous week as an incentive to do better.
New Words is just that, new words I’ve written in a work in progress, or something new I’ve started. Edited Words are words that have been changed or added to a finished draft that has graduated to the editing stage. Other Writing . . . this one’s a little tougher. I think I’m including poems in here, as well as journaling and letter writing. Yes, letter writing. I wrote a 4400 word letter to my sister over the weekend and trust me, those words count! I am not, however, including the words I post on my blogs.
As an added incentive (as if posting daily word counts isn’t enough!) I signed up for the Page-A-Day Club over on AW. Although my poetry is going well, my fiction needs a boost. A page a day is a step in the right direction. A baby step maybe, but still a step. There’s also a Summer Challenge where the idea is to have a rough draft of something by the end of the summer. Sort of like Nano, but a longer time frame. We’ll see how the page a day goes before I commit to something more extensive.
Now, if you’re in need of a laugh, skip on over to my every day blog and read about what I learned in school yesterday. And just so you know, I've been using a computer since, well, let's just say it's been a very long time!
It’s come to my attention that I’ve been paying a lot of lip service to setting goals lately. For every reason someone can give me to set them, I find two excuses why I can’t. In fact, I started this post yesterday with every intention of saving it for next Monday. You know, the old start something new at the beginning of a new week ploy.
Of course then I realized it for the sad excuse it was and decided to do something about it.
Now, all that being said and good intentions aside, I have a real problem with personal goals, both the setting of them and the keeping of them. Which is why I’m not so much setting goals as making myself accountable for my progress (or lack thereof).
So, you may have noticed that I’ve removed the progress bars on the right (not that they’ve been showing much progress lately) and replaced them with three new headings: New Words, Edited Words, and Other Writing.
Each morning, when I update my blog, I’ll update the previous day’s progress in these areas. For instance, the numbers that are up this morning are the numbers from yesterday. Admittedly they’re not great numbers, but I didn’t have this epiphany until after supper so as far as I’m concerned yesterday’s numbers aren’t bad. Every Monday I’ll post the totals from the previous week as an incentive to do better.
New Words is just that, new words I’ve written in a work in progress, or something new I’ve started. Edited Words are words that have been changed or added to a finished draft that has graduated to the editing stage. Other Writing . . . this one’s a little tougher. I think I’m including poems in here, as well as journaling and letter writing. Yes, letter writing. I wrote a 4400 word letter to my sister over the weekend and trust me, those words count! I am not, however, including the words I post on my blogs.
As an added incentive (as if posting daily word counts isn’t enough!) I signed up for the Page-A-Day Club over on AW. Although my poetry is going well, my fiction needs a boost. A page a day is a step in the right direction. A baby step maybe, but still a step. There’s also a Summer Challenge where the idea is to have a rough draft of something by the end of the summer. Sort of like Nano, but a longer time frame. We’ll see how the page a day goes before I commit to something more extensive.
Now, if you’re in need of a laugh, skip on over to my every day blog and read about what I learned in school yesterday. And just so you know, I've been using a computer since, well, let's just say it's been a very long time!
May 25, 2009
What Happened?
Jeez, is it Monday already? Where’d the weekend go?
After the somewhat frantic pace of the previous week, I got off to a slow start on Saturday. But after catching up on my email and blog reading I settled down to work on some poetry.
Friday night all I could think of was a poem I wanted to write. Unfortunately, I was at my husband’s bowling banquet at the time. A few of the lines kept running through my head though and I was able to jot them down when I got home. :-)
I also worked on a sonnet for an AW challenge, and a poem for my poetry group’s homework assignment. Yes, I joined the Cobourg Poetry Workshop group and once a month someone gets to choose a “homework” assignment from a bouquet of poetry prompts. This is just for fun, but who am I to refuse a challenge?
I also wrote a nine page (typed, single space) letter to my sister, and in the midst of that had another idea for a poem which stopped my letter writing long enough to write out. Poetry appears to be taking over my writing life, which is not a bad thing, I just need to make some room for fiction as well.
Last night I started organizing my school notes in a binder, and got a second binder for my poetry. A lot of people in the poetry workshop print out copies of the poem they’re reading for everyone at the meeting, so I thought saving them in a binder would keep them from wandering off. Then I realized that most of my poetry was still in electronic format, so I printed my poems off and put them in another section of the binder.
I’m getting so organized it’s scarey!
I was going to post some goals for the week, but I don’t think I can really do that effectively until I’ve settled into school. The next two weeks are afternoon classes where we are introduced to the computer.
Yes, that’s right. Here’s the blurb from my schedule:
Computer Fundamentals:
Designed to introduce the student to keyboarding skills, basic computer hardware and operating systems, file management, and information sharing.
It’s going to be a longggg two weeks!
After the somewhat frantic pace of the previous week, I got off to a slow start on Saturday. But after catching up on my email and blog reading I settled down to work on some poetry.
Friday night all I could think of was a poem I wanted to write. Unfortunately, I was at my husband’s bowling banquet at the time. A few of the lines kept running through my head though and I was able to jot them down when I got home. :-)
I also worked on a sonnet for an AW challenge, and a poem for my poetry group’s homework assignment. Yes, I joined the Cobourg Poetry Workshop group and once a month someone gets to choose a “homework” assignment from a bouquet of poetry prompts. This is just for fun, but who am I to refuse a challenge?
I also wrote a nine page (typed, single space) letter to my sister, and in the midst of that had another idea for a poem which stopped my letter writing long enough to write out. Poetry appears to be taking over my writing life, which is not a bad thing, I just need to make some room for fiction as well.
Last night I started organizing my school notes in a binder, and got a second binder for my poetry. A lot of people in the poetry workshop print out copies of the poem they’re reading for everyone at the meeting, so I thought saving them in a binder would keep them from wandering off. Then I realized that most of my poetry was still in electronic format, so I printed my poems off and put them in another section of the binder.
I’m getting so organized it’s scarey!
I was going to post some goals for the week, but I don’t think I can really do that effectively until I’ve settled into school. The next two weeks are afternoon classes where we are introduced to the computer.
Yes, that’s right. Here’s the blurb from my schedule:
Computer Fundamentals:
Designed to introduce the student to keyboarding skills, basic computer hardware and operating systems, file management, and information sharing.
It’s going to be a longggg two weeks!
May 22, 2009
Creative Friday
I have to confess, I’ve been a little scattered this week. There was so much going on that sometimes I felt like I was running in place. It wasn’t just getting my office organized and starting school, I also went to the poetry group meeting on Tuesday night and then the public reading last night. It’s been all I could do to keep up with my blog posting. :-)
Today’s not shaping up to be much better. In a few minutes I have to take the daughter to a doctor’s appointment in Peterborough and hopefully get home in time for school. Then after school I have about an hour to catch my breath before I get to go to the bowling banquet for the husband’s bowling league. Bad news is, I can’t take my lap top with me. Good news is, I get to see my shopping buddy and we’re having a book exchange in the parking lot.
I’m hoping I can find the time this weekend to apply some of the time management techniques I’m learning in school to the rest of my life. In the meantime, for this week’s creative offering I give you another excerpt from my WIP Magic.
Just a reminder about the story-line . . . Annalisse has had a run of bad luck culminating in being evicted from her apartment. She moves into her grandmother’s cabin out in the woods and begins having a run of increasingly erotic dreams. Oh, and please keep in mind this is still in the first draft stage. :-)
* * * * * * * * * *
Annalisse woke and stretched, almost purring like a cat. Who’d have thought a walk in the woods would have led to the best sex of her life? She reached for Lance and frowned. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around. Her jaw dropped.
She was back in her own bedroom, in her own bed. And she was dressed in the over sized tee shirt she normally wore to bed.
“No,” she said. “No-no-no-no-no! This can’t be happening! This can’t be another bloody dream!”
Throwing back the covers she jumped out of bed and checked her closet. The outfit she wore yesterday was there, no sign that she’d ever fallen into the swamp.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” she muttered. “I washed those clothes at Lance’s. They just cleaned up real good, that’s all.”
She pulled some clothes on and headed to the door. Her shoes were a little weather beaten, but not covered with goo like they should have been if they’d been in the swamp. Gritting her teeth she pulled them on and let the door slam behind her as she headed down to the water.
“This is the place, I know it is,” she said, fifteen minutes later when she’d reached the edge of the swamp.
It was boggy and leaf filled, but there was no indication that anyone had slipped off the bank, nor could she find the path she and Lance had taken to his cabin. She followed the edge for a few hundred yards, but the woods were the same as they always were. No mysterious path, no sexy forest ranger.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “It was so real!”
The unfairness of it all welled up inside her until Annalisse did the only thing left to her. She plopped down on a moss-covered rock and burst into tears.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I think I’m going crazy Mags,” she said in a small voice. After she finished her cry she went back to the cabin and gave her friend a call.
“You’re not going crazy toots.”
“It was just so real . . .”
“You’re just suffering from an over active imagination and maybe a touch of cabin fever. You said it was pretty isolated out there. Maybe you just need to be around people more.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple Mags.”
She could hear Maggie moving around her apartment. “Maybe your grandmother’s bed is haunted.”
“What?” Annalisse sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.
“Well, think about it. It’s big and old, and this keeps happening to you when you’re asleep. Maybe that’s why your grandmother still goes up there, for the thrills.”
“Maggie!”
“Just sayin’, toots. Look, has anything really bad happened as a result of these dreams?”
“Not unless you count sexual frustration when I wake up alone,” Annalisse muttered.
“Well, you and Brad were pretty hot and heavy and you haven’t been with anyone since . . . this might just be a way to scratch an itch.”
“I just need to know. . .” Her voice trailed off. “I guess I need to know why this is happening to me.”
“Here’s a thought. Why don’t you give lucid dreaming a try?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where you consciously try to direct your dream.”
“What’ll that prove?”
“Well, if your able to direct your dream you could ask whoever shows up what’s going on.”
Annalisse pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Giving her head a shake she held it up in time to hear Maggie continue. “– cool to talk to someone I dreamed about. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazier than I am.”
“No, really, think about it. Isn’t there some larger than life character you’d love to meet?”
“You mean like Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Carribean?”
“Ooo, good choice!”
“Only I’d want him taller,” Annalisse said, trying to get into the spirit of things. “And sober. Maybe a little cleaner looking too.” She could practically hear Maggie rolling her eyes at her. “But definitely a pirate.”
“So tonight, when you go to bed, think about your pirate captain and see what happens.”
“Okay Mags. I’ll give it a try.”
They chatted for a few minutes longer before Maggie had to leave to go to work. After hanging up the phone, Annalisse got up and put the kettle on for some tea.
“I really would love to hook up with a pirate,” she mused. “A tall, dark, swarthy buccaneer to sweep me off my feet and ravage me.”
She smiled and shook her head at her fancies. Taking her tea with her, she went outside to contemplate life from the adirondack chair on the porch.
Today’s not shaping up to be much better. In a few minutes I have to take the daughter to a doctor’s appointment in Peterborough and hopefully get home in time for school. Then after school I have about an hour to catch my breath before I get to go to the bowling banquet for the husband’s bowling league. Bad news is, I can’t take my lap top with me. Good news is, I get to see my shopping buddy and we’re having a book exchange in the parking lot.
I’m hoping I can find the time this weekend to apply some of the time management techniques I’m learning in school to the rest of my life. In the meantime, for this week’s creative offering I give you another excerpt from my WIP Magic.
Just a reminder about the story-line . . . Annalisse has had a run of bad luck culminating in being evicted from her apartment. She moves into her grandmother’s cabin out in the woods and begins having a run of increasingly erotic dreams. Oh, and please keep in mind this is still in the first draft stage. :-)
* * * * * * * * * *
Annalisse woke and stretched, almost purring like a cat. Who’d have thought a walk in the woods would have led to the best sex of her life? She reached for Lance and frowned. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around. Her jaw dropped.
She was back in her own bedroom, in her own bed. And she was dressed in the over sized tee shirt she normally wore to bed.
“No,” she said. “No-no-no-no-no! This can’t be happening! This can’t be another bloody dream!”
Throwing back the covers she jumped out of bed and checked her closet. The outfit she wore yesterday was there, no sign that she’d ever fallen into the swamp.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” she muttered. “I washed those clothes at Lance’s. They just cleaned up real good, that’s all.”
She pulled some clothes on and headed to the door. Her shoes were a little weather beaten, but not covered with goo like they should have been if they’d been in the swamp. Gritting her teeth she pulled them on and let the door slam behind her as she headed down to the water.
“This is the place, I know it is,” she said, fifteen minutes later when she’d reached the edge of the swamp.
It was boggy and leaf filled, but there was no indication that anyone had slipped off the bank, nor could she find the path she and Lance had taken to his cabin. She followed the edge for a few hundred yards, but the woods were the same as they always were. No mysterious path, no sexy forest ranger.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “It was so real!”
The unfairness of it all welled up inside her until Annalisse did the only thing left to her. She plopped down on a moss-covered rock and burst into tears.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I think I’m going crazy Mags,” she said in a small voice. After she finished her cry she went back to the cabin and gave her friend a call.
“You’re not going crazy toots.”
“It was just so real . . .”
“You’re just suffering from an over active imagination and maybe a touch of cabin fever. You said it was pretty isolated out there. Maybe you just need to be around people more.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple Mags.”
She could hear Maggie moving around her apartment. “Maybe your grandmother’s bed is haunted.”
“What?” Annalisse sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.
“Well, think about it. It’s big and old, and this keeps happening to you when you’re asleep. Maybe that’s why your grandmother still goes up there, for the thrills.”
“Maggie!”
“Just sayin’, toots. Look, has anything really bad happened as a result of these dreams?”
“Not unless you count sexual frustration when I wake up alone,” Annalisse muttered.
“Well, you and Brad were pretty hot and heavy and you haven’t been with anyone since . . . this might just be a way to scratch an itch.”
“I just need to know. . .” Her voice trailed off. “I guess I need to know why this is happening to me.”
“Here’s a thought. Why don’t you give lucid dreaming a try?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where you consciously try to direct your dream.”
“What’ll that prove?”
“Well, if your able to direct your dream you could ask whoever shows up what’s going on.”
Annalisse pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Giving her head a shake she held it up in time to hear Maggie continue. “– cool to talk to someone I dreamed about. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazier than I am.”
“No, really, think about it. Isn’t there some larger than life character you’d love to meet?”
“You mean like Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Carribean?”
“Ooo, good choice!”
“Only I’d want him taller,” Annalisse said, trying to get into the spirit of things. “And sober. Maybe a little cleaner looking too.” She could practically hear Maggie rolling her eyes at her. “But definitely a pirate.”
“So tonight, when you go to bed, think about your pirate captain and see what happens.”
“Okay Mags. I’ll give it a try.”
They chatted for a few minutes longer before Maggie had to leave to go to work. After hanging up the phone, Annalisse got up and put the kettle on for some tea.
“I really would love to hook up with a pirate,” she mused. “A tall, dark, swarthy buccaneer to sweep me off my feet and ravage me.”
She smiled and shook her head at her fancies. Taking her tea with her, she went outside to contemplate life from the adirondack chair on the porch.
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