Month: November 2020

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Coffee and Contemplation: I’m Tired

I had a different post planned for this weekend, but I’ve fallen behind on things. Mostly I’m tired. I’ve been getting extra work, which is good during the ongoing pandemic, but it leaves me exhausted by the end of the day. I’ve finished a few more chapters for my novel and hope to have the first draft finished by the end of the year. But I want a break. I need some time away from my blog and away from work. I don’t want to stop the momentum, but I need to relax too. Maybe I’ll feel better if I just sleep for two whole days.

This is only a rant about my exhaustion. There’s nothing exciting happening with the blog today. I’m drinking coffee and wishing I had fewer things to do. I’m working Thanksgiving. I’m getting paid time and a half which is the only reason I’m doing it. But a little time off to rest is needed. Perhaps I need a massage. I’ve never had one of those before. We’ll see where the week takes me.

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Random Poetry: A Moment Breathless

The light kisses their pale skin
I long to touch it
A moment frozen in time
Breathless – 
They cover their
Imperfections with darkness
I shine more light to see
Caressing in the moment
The warmth I give
Like the Sun to the Moon – 
Their body is perfection
Soft and strong
I hold them closer
We share our bodies
Like the Moon shares Sunlight

Previously unpublished.

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Hellpets – Part 8

Read Part 7

            “Hey, I’m back.” Hinn said.

            “Damn.”

            “Did the human notice?”

            “You were gone for like five seconds.”

            “Is that a long time?”

            “No. You’ll get used to Earth time.”

            “It’s really convenient when you’re already up here fetching souls.”

            “Who was it?”

            “The soul? Some retail manager. Suicide.”

            “Retail’s a tough job.”

            “You think so?”

            “I wouldn’t want to deal with humans complaining all the time.”

            “Did anything happen while I was gone?”

            “A fly came inside.”

            “A fly!? Where is this intruding fiend? How dare you enter a Hellhound’s home.”

            I shouldn’t have said anything.

            “There you are. Hah. Hah.”

            He’s trying to eat the fly. This is almost entertaining. I’ll snuggle up here on the back of the couch and watch the show.

            “Owe. You made me trip. Come back here you furry swine!”

            “Hinn, I’m starting to dislike you less.”

            “You like me?”

            “That’s not what I said.”

            “Could you give me a hand with this Earth creature?”

            “But you’re doing so well.”

            “He’s too cunning and nefarious for me.”

            “That isn’t saying much.”

            “What?”

            “Nothing.”

            “What should I do?”

            “Try staying in one spot and wait for it to come closer.”

            “Good idea.”

            “Why do you look like you’re about to poop?”

            “I’m…trying…not…to…move.”

            “Wow.”

            “He’s…coming…closer.”

            “Ugh. Why do you snort when you chomp at him?”

            “I missed. He’s a slippery one.”

            “So nefarious.”

            “I know, right? How do Earth dogs handle this stuff?”

            “You should try asking an Earth dog?”

            “Great idea! Hey! Hey other dogs! Hey! Hey!”

            “Stop barking, you idiot.”

            “But dogs are shouting back.”

            “I changed my mind. I dislike you a lot now.”

Read Part 9 (the final part).