I stay in 'my' room at 1132 Royal Street for a little while longer. Partly because I can't stop grinning goofily at Rashid's texts and partly because I'm not brave enough to test the waters with Mari yet. Of course it's not the first time we said 'ILY', but it seems we try to limit … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (10)
In case you are wondering: No, the irony is not lost on me that I got a tattoo on my lower abdomen only months before a knife found its way into Rashid's, almost taking his life. My tattoo is on my right side, while his scar is on his left. While mine celebrates the lives … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (8)
The sun still hides shyly beneath the horizon when I step onto my balcony, tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie warding off the chill. My hair is still damp from the shower when I run my fingers through it while balancing a mug of tea in my other hand. The air is cool against my skin … Continue reading September 23 – Unwritten (6)
An annoying buzzing sound disrupts a dream that evaporates the moment my brain achieves something resembling a cognitive state. With a low grunt, I fumble for the twitching thing on my nightstand and catch it just before it can tumble off to its certain death over the edge. "Yes?" I answer the phone, and my … Continue reading September 23 – Still (5)
'Spectamus et semper ibi sumus’. We watch, and we are always here. The Talamasca motto. The first, most basic training you receive as a Talamasca recruit is ‘to see without being seen’, blend into your surroundings, and become invisible, if you need to be. And never interfere. Lighting someone’s cigarette to covertly getting a good … Continue reading September 23 – Drawn (4)
The moment the aeroplane's tyres hit the runway, my phone is out and I'm looking for a car to take me to the French Quarter. I breeze through the airport with my carry-on bag, grab a coffee on the way and head towards the agreed meeting point in record time. When I step through the … Continue reading September 23 – Close (3)
There’s no reply, and I don’t hear a sound from the inside. For a moment I think I have the wrong door. Or maybe Rashid gave me the wrong address. On purpose? But no, the concierge didn’t contradict me when I said I’m here to see Mr Chaudhury, room number 16. Then the door suddenly … Continue reading First Times – Sam (4)
I hear my front door slam shut, and I'm left alone. All alone. Rashid is gone. I feel numb. It's over. I broke us. Rashid is gone. I felt numb before, but this is different. Rashid is gone. Before, there just wasn't anything in me. Now I know what it feels like to have something, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (3)
Today is my 23rd birthday. It’s almost surreal to say it. It’s no exaggeration when I say I had a few times in the past where I didn’t think I would make it to this advanced age. Guess it just makes me bad at dying. I decide to celebrate my birthday by going to a … Continue reading The Night I Met The Vampire (Chapter 9)
I always say that the night I met the vampire changed my life forever, and I can you hear going, "Shit, Wendell. Your life went from bad to ‘Lawd have mercy, somebody light a candle." And I couldn't blame you. It did. And I met him again. The vampire returned. I don't know if he … Continue reading The Night I Met The Vampire (Chapter 4)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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