He first noticed it when shaving. Lathered up in front of the mirror, he pulled his hair back over one ear and stopped, staring at himself ( Read more... )

1. Yourself: Happy

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): Missing her

3. Your hair: Variable

4. Your mother: Great

5. Your Father: Dead

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A meeting

He went away. There had been no choice. Where he had gone, even he wasn't sure. There had been the Key and there had been many doors. He had just kept going ( Read more... )

I am a
Canna


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If I said I take my women one at a time, would I get hit ( Read more... )

He couldn't find him where he thought he could. He skipped places through doors looking for his friend, but not finding him anywhere he used to be.

"Roger?"

Standing on his deck, letting the hot evening wind tangle his hair, staring out into the dark that had eaten the beach he called home, Michael closed his eyes and with what little mental strength he had, he yelled into the abyss.

[Sam!]

The seabreeze was a welcome caress and he closed his eyes letting it wash over him, its cool fingers tracing patterns on his cheeks. It was quiet here, finally quiet. He let out a small, equally quiet sigh ( Read more... )