“Bette earned her bonus the old fashioned way.” The girls in the typing pool giggle, having heard the rumors.
Pouty
pink lips purse at my approach. They turn away, presenting a neat row
of honey-blonde ponytails and tight French twists, pretending to be
scandalized, wanting to peek but afraid of reprimand from the herd. Not
one will look me in the eye, some instinct warning against it.
I
am everything they fear, all curves and mounds encased in black,
balanced comfortably in obscenely expensive shoes, and I did earn my
promotion the old fashioned way. I purchased the right spell.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Friday, March 07, 2014
Last Supper
The restaurant hummed with conversation,
clinking glass, the verse of a bayou anthem. Empty bottles testified to
the heat of superb gumbo and need for distance from recent events.
Nate sopped up the last of the soup with earthy bread. “I don’t blame you for keeping it secret.”
“It seemed prudent. You hate witches. I can’t change what I am.”
“True. On both counts.”
“You had no problem with it when you needed my magic.”
“Not true.” He ordered whiskey. “So, this is our last drink.”
“Forever?”
He clinked my glass. “For now.”
Shots done, we went our separate ways.
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And so we come to end of Nate and Seth's story. This story, anyway. The boys are taking a well-earned rest. I suspect they'll come roaring back at some point, but probably not for a while. Even monster hunters need a vacation.
To all who have come on this journey with them, I thank you.
Nate sopped up the last of the soup with earthy bread. “I don’t blame you for keeping it secret.”
“It seemed prudent. You hate witches. I can’t change what I am.”
“True. On both counts.”
“You had no problem with it when you needed my magic.”
“Not true.” He ordered whiskey. “So, this is our last drink.”
“Forever?”
He clinked my glass. “For now.”
Shots done, we went our separate ways.
______________
And so we come to end of Nate and Seth's story. This story, anyway. The boys are taking a well-earned rest. I suspect they'll come roaring back at some point, but probably not for a while. Even monster hunters need a vacation.
To all who have come on this journey with them, I thank you.
Bone Tired
By Colleen Foley
I came to with Marie kneeling over me, whispering a short verse in French, over and over again. I rolled to my side, coughing more blood, and saw Seth.
“My brother?”
“He wake soon. His mother protect him, give him a final gift. ‘Dis is over now. The blame is mine. I make it right as I can. You take him away from here. Go back to earthy things for a time. Eat, love…rest. You be needed again soon enough.”
Her touch on my face faded.
I sat in the gently falling rain and waited for Seth to wake up.
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Next
I came to with Marie kneeling over me, whispering a short verse in French, over and over again. I rolled to my side, coughing more blood, and saw Seth.
“My brother?”
“He wake soon. His mother protect him, give him a final gift. ‘Dis is over now. The blame is mine. I make it right as I can. You take him away from here. Go back to earthy things for a time. Eat, love…rest. You be needed again soon enough.”
Her touch on my face faded.
I sat in the gently falling rain and waited for Seth to wake up.
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