I don't know how long I'd been walkin' before my feet finally brought me home. I'd walked right out of the party, so blind that I didn't notice I still had my glass until I was nearly to the beach, where I threw it angrily at the tide, what was left of the wine inside sprayed red across the pale sand. It didn't make me feel much better, and for ( Read more... )

I can't remember the last time I was honest to God sick like this. It had to be well before I joined the Army, because once we started seein' combat, I was too stubborn to let myself be ill. This particular bout has been comin' on for over a week, and maybe it was the distraction of the holidays or maybe it was all the things the snow brought to ( Read more... )

[After this.]I can't get my mind to slow down. The thoughts and feelings keep hittin' me, rapid-fire, 'til I have to sit down on the edge of the bed from the weight of it all. There's one thing, though, one constant that keeps pushin' to the fore, and that's that I ain't feelin' the way I oughta ( Read more... )

I know this feelin'. I know it, and I hate it, hate it with an intensity that burns low in my stomach, useless. Uncertainty, helplessness. It drives me crazy, like that tickle in the back of your throat nothin' can quench. Waitin', hopin' for the best but prepared for the worst. With as confused as I've been feelin' lately, I should probably ( Read more... )

Personally, I don't mind sleepin' without a roof over my head, if the conditions are right. The island's warm, comfortable, has a dark blanket of sky just full up with stars, and I can't imagine a better ceiling. Still, gettin' the roof finished on the addition has been put off long enough that I'm startin' to get antsy about it; the good weather ( Read more... )