Chapter Two Silence surrounded her. Lemus had left and Komono, ever in search of food, had tired of the emptiness of her trash cans. By the play of light seeking entrance through the blinds, night remained an hour or two away. Kasha stretched as if her body ached from its cramped vigil. A glass of liquid sat on the table beside her. The contents of once frozen blood had thawed to room temperature and awaited consumption. Good old Lemus. Kasha stood. She had never been much of a vampire, certainly she didn’t compare to any of the greats: living or fictitious. If anything, immortality had been a reprieve or in today’s vernacular: a do over. Sure she had killed innocents before. Vampires do. Yet she Continue Reading →
My lips turn in a private smile with this 100. Like a favorite book with worn pages, its magical passages marked by dog ears and slips of paper so I can retrace another’s words. Gifts given without prejudice or recourse, of these there are so many. Each akin to a shell cast upon the shore, a gem to be found as toes wiggle in sands. The words as varied as the writers. In this space a kaleidoscope of color bursts without thoughts to patterns (and sometimes rhymes.) I thank them and begin to wonder, have I written 100 of these?