#brief respite

By the time the two of them are on the way back home or to the safe house, they are beyond exhausted. They slump against one another, covered in grime and blood and sweat, but none of it matters. They lean on one another and pillow their heads on the others shoulder, eyes closing slowly. They know they can't rest fully yet. It's not safe yet.

But they're together and they're done for the day, so they allow themselves a bit of softness and rest.

  A brief respite

My two daughters and I will be driving down to Orlando, stopping first in St. Augustine, for their spring break.

I’ll not be uploading to my website during that time, although I will have my iPad with me in the event the muse strikes.

We’re going to catch the Blue Men show (or whomever is actually performing), and go on countless nauseating rides. No doubt my aversion to…

Midday was always the busiest time at the house, and Axel found himself in an odd predicament: he had free time. His usual client had canceled his appointment, giving reasons of business. It was not that Axel necessarily cared that he had been given a few moments of reprieve, only it was unexpected and slightly wounding to his pride. Not one for idle occupation, Axel took himself to the kitchens, maybe to pilfer a small snack and steal away to some sunlit corner to relax.