The Indispensable Secretary
Self deceit often works in bring about what a person wants. Of course that sort of person only wants peaceful self contemplation.
Clever Girl
“Roger Caprice. Yeah, that’s a pen name – caprice, thought it would be fun.” Her blank stare made me worry; The resume was concise and well written, perhaps the references were a little vague, but time didn’t allow several hours in conversation about a temporary editor.
Accolades and Approval
It makes very little difference now whether they believe me. Actually, I’m not sure at this point why I thought it mattered at all. I’ve so immersed myself in his journals and maps that I felt I owed it to him, I suppose. He gave me purpose a dark purpose in finding… me.
I can see myself sitting here, as if I’m already dead, looking down upon my slumped form, near the fading and flickering candlelight. There must be a trickle of air coming from somewhere for the flame to continue; for me to continue
To Dread the Dark
The situation was this… we pushed our limit, we overreached, we took out the part of us that God put in, labeled free will and we shook it liberally all over our skin, hair, hands and feet.
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think I’m one of those people who blame God for everything. We knew what we were doing, and we knew we really should stop.
So This Guy Walks Into a Bar
At any rate, I’m just a regular guy who finished high school and then finished college in all of four years and started a job in the city and thought about getting married twice. I let those two ideas slip right by and now I have the odd and end girlfriend divorcee. I know it sounds like I’m a bit of a user and maybe I am.