He'd mourned Dog vocally. Dog had been a good companion. A messy corpse, but a good and loyal (of incrediably stupid and loud) dog. The cats had been a greater loss to the intellectual capital of the house, but sometimes intellectual capital was over rated. The dog had always looked at him with respect. He missed that. And Lilah was refusing to ( Read more... )

He gets home around midday. The house is quiet. Usually Dog starts barking as his car pulls up the drive. Dog knows Davids car. He doesn't bark for Lilah or Anya or any guest. But he howls for David. But as David gets out of the car he's struck by the silence ( Read more... )

Today's the day. Yes, that day. Once she's done yelling at the caterers until they're near tears and look about ready to commit suicide with their own knives, Lilah makes her way back to the room in the church that was designated for her. She's been in a bad mood all week, trying to make sure everything will be ready for today and she's in no ( Read more... )

Lilah. Listen. I still can't contact Alan. He hasn't returned my messages, his phone goes straight to voicemail. And then some dick was using his computer and they forgot to sign off his messengers and journals and criminals used to be a hell of a lot smarter, man ( Read more... )

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Walking is hard. Too hard. He just wants to lie down and have a sleep. So he does. On the lawns of the function centre.

Better.

Much better.

As another muse would say? Bah.

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.