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)
So, all of this – Thanksgiving at Josie's, our first ILYs, the Dupree stamp of approval after some initial hesitation – all of it occurred almost a year before the "Sam-cident". The term – you probably guessed correctly – was Soso's suggestion. In case you're wondering: as I'm writing this, Soso is a bratty teenager … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (3)
'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 morning sun tickles my nostrils and makes me sneeze. Before I open my eyes, I realise how cold and empty my bed is. It was noticeably more crowded when I last closed my eyes. Which had been a few hours after Rashid and I made each other "feel nice". I smile into my pillow. … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (2)
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)
With a soft thud the used condom lands in the bathroom bin. I wash my sticky hands and splash some cold water on my face. I risk a quick look into the mirror. What am I even doing here? Meaningless sex with a stranger is... well... exactly what it says on the tin. It is … Continue reading September 23 – Gone (2)
The moment I step through the velvet curtain, the outside world is muffled. It's like walking through a veil between worlds that divides reality and fantasy. In here I'm no longer Rashid Chaudhury, Talamasca agent. In here I'm plain old Ray Evans, trying to get laid. The voices inside the 'Ash & Oak' are more … Continue reading September 23 – Almost (1)
Have you ever seen a supernova? Not in person, obviously, but on TV maybe? A supernova is the very explosive death of a star. Like the big, massive kinds, not small ones like our Sun. At the end of its life cycle, a star runs out of fuel, and gravity just takes over. It implodes … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (1)
Something wakes me. It's not a dream. Not one of my nightmares anyway. Was it a noise, maybe? It's a nice kind of waking up. Like slowly drifting back into consciousness from a land of cotton candy. I keep my eyes closed, trying to stay afloat in the realm of dreams while my body is … Continue reading First Times – Sam (6)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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