Archive for March, 2010
March 17
If anyone ever tells you that where you sleep doesn’t make a difference, you have my permission to sock them in the face. Matter of fact, I think I’ll make that a request. The height of your bed, the height of the mattress, and the weight of the covers… all of these factors can make [...]
March 16
Brief me? Status? “What are you talking about?” “It’s really quite simple, Miss Minervudottir,” Peter says, grinning. “See, it all begins about two hundred years from now…” Law of Time Travel #1 If causality will be violated in the future, causality will have always been violated. The reverse is not necessarily true. Law of Time [...]
March 15
“It’s not my problem. Do I need to call the cops on you now?” “A word of advice, Miss Minervudottir,” Reynolds says, standing up. “Just from one lost soul to another. You don’t get too many second chances in this world. If I were in your position, not that I particularly want to be, I [...]
March 14
“Is this seat taken?” I look up just as Reynolds sits down, where Katie had been a moment ago. “Well? How’s it look?” He opens his coat, and I take a look at the ugly cardigan sweater he’s wearing. “Nobody would be caught dead wearing that in the year two thousand,” I grumble. “Even Mister [...]
March 13
“Never,” Katie says. “Only you. Only you, forever…” And with that, the feeling of wrongness is gone. I can’t describe how it feels– it’s like when you take a test, and it’s over, and you know you did well. Or when you finally finish a project, or a marathon, or… It’s just relief, and a [...]
March 12
“I didn’t think anything about this,” Ray says. His voice! Knowing that he’s married breaks my heart, because I want that voice to be my husband’s. Of course, it still breaks my heart, because the voice belongs to a dead man. “I figured, I was lucky…” “You are lucky,” I say. “To get even this [...]
March 11
The door pushes open gently underneath my hand. Lou stares at me. “Frannie,” he says. “This isn’t a good time.” “I know, Lou,” I say. “Is Katie still here?” “Yeah,” he says, “that’s why… maybe if you come back tomorrow…” “I know what’s going on, Lou,” I say, solemnly. “I can help her.” He opens [...]