The loud clunk stops my heart. I carefully put my backpack down on the desk chair and bend to pick up my phone. Please, don't be... but of course, it is. A thin spiderweb of cracks runs across the screen, starting from the corner where it hit first and fanning outward. I run a finger … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (9)
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)
~ 31 December ~ Rafa's loft used to be an office space before he bought it two years ago. He kept the employee's restroom, which is really convenient when there are a lot of people and a lot of drinking going on, like tonight. Of course, Rafa gave the whole room a makeover and his … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (6)
~ 8 January ~ I try to sneak into my apartment as quiet as a mouse so I don't alert my watchful guard cat and cause a ruckus when I return home after spending all of Sunday at Josie's. Maybe the mouse part was the mistake, or maybe I underestimated my cat's abilities, but the … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (5)
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)
~ 31 December ~ I stare up at the night sky. Here in the Marigny, so close to the heart of New Orleans, it is more glow than darkness, a restless wash of violet and grey that never quite turns black. Streetlamps and neon signs spill upward, drowning most of the stars. I can't see … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (4)
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)
It was years later that Lestat admitted he’d been toying with the idea of turning Barney, giving her the Dark Gift, making her the possibly first vampire cat in existence. The thought had come to him as early as he had carried the ferocious little kitten in its box from the studio, which his band … Continue reading Barney (Epilogue)
"Louis! Louis? Lou?!" Lestat's voice boomed through the house on Rue Royale. He tried again when there was no reply. Still nothing. Where was he? Quite out of the ordinary, Lestat had awoken alone in Louis' coffin that evening. They spent most of their days there, enjoying the proximity of the other, needing the reassurance … Continue reading Barney (Chapter 11)
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)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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