Has Passed

Warren never met with Alex alone. Mary was always there between them, the link that connected two people who would have never met in any other way.

Sometimes, Alex wondered what would have happened had he been able to help Warren with whatever it was that caused him to drift from his wife and children. Maybe he could have done something to stop it from happening.

Of course, Alex could wonder all he wanted. Nothing would change the past or what had happened as a result.

Speculation means nothing when the time to act has already passed.

But I am leaving the regions of fact, which are difficult to penetrate, but which bring in their train rich rewards, and entering the regions of speculation, where many roads lie open, but where a few lead to a definite goal. –Sir William Ramsay

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Inspired by the quote from the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge. This little snippet of my Former Guardian universe is brought to you by the fact that I didn’t stay under the 100 word limit in my last response to this prompt. Hurrah for stories running ahead without authorization!

(I might be a little loopy today.)

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“Why do you hunt pirates?”

“Is it full of adventure, your life?”

“What are they like? Do they all have eye patches!”

“Do you do it for their gold?”

“Tell us! Tell us!”

He chuckled deeply as the small children continued to hound him with questions about his chosen path. He didn’t have the heart to tell them that pirates were nothing like their fairy tale counterparts. They were a lot more dangerous and a lot more prone to killing than small children who didn’t know any better would ever believe.

image: British Library from Roving Jack the Pirate Hunter, published 1867, a romance

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Silly little thing that went a little darker at the end. This was inspired by the picture for the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge and this time I kept within the word limit! (looks very pleased with herself)

Just a Choice

It’s not really cheating.

Just a nibble is all,

Nothing to be concerned about.

Why are you looking at me like that?

It’s not like I can’t stop before it gets too bad.

I am a grown person,

I don’t need your approval!

Stop looking at me like that!

There is nothing wrong with what I’m doing.

If you have a problem, then perhaps you should leave.

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

‘I can do what I want.’

That’s what grown ups say, isn’t it?

So why do I feel like I’ve lost something?

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Inspired by the picture prompt from today’s Light and Shade Challenge. This time, I stayed in the 100 word limit.

The Deceiver

Neal grinned maliciously, so they thought they had won. Thought that they had defeated his Mistress?

His Lady could never be defeated, not even should Her enemies die out. She was stronger than the Light, stronger than the Dark and more motivated than the Neutral.

He didn’t worry about his Lady giving up for she would never do such a thing. She was stronger than even her own Children, something which he greatly desired to become.

Now, what would be an appropriate gift to his potential Mother…?

His min strayed to one of his ‘cousins’. Surely they still missed him.

It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. -Niccolo Machiavelli

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Inspired by the prompt for yesterday’s Light and Shade Challenge.

I’m still working on using more names when I write and not just pronouns. So here’s Neal, he’s important-ish later on.

White is on the Right – Ramble-y Reminiscence 3

When we first moved into our current place of residence, a duplex, both doors looked exactly the same. I could step outside and forget which door I just came from if I had closed the door behind me.

After one particularly bad winter when the door frame was further damaged (it wasn’t the best frame when we moved in), we decided to hire someone to fix the frame and put in a new door. My sister chose a white door.

Now whenever I walk up to our house I just need to remember, “The white because it’s on the right.”

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This ramble-y reminiscence was inspired by the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

Life’s Dark Book

Her pale face was the lantern

By which they read in life’s dark book.

-RS Thomas, On The Farm

Mary’s face was pale, well, more pale. Her sons stood next to her in their own black clothing, their faces just as pale as their mother’s, though their tears were more easily seen.

Mary had faced things like death of family all her life, long before she’d ever met or had any of her current family, but she had never been so cut off from her Bond mate.

Her mind was more lonely than it had been even after the sealing of the pathway she shared with her sister. This was different and so much more painful.

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Written in response for today’s Light and Shade Challenge, again. But this time I managed to stay within the 100 word limit!