#notakebacksies

Rosy hair, ruffled by the salt-swept breeze.     Lilac eyes, lit afire by pain and will.         Sun-kissed skin, warm ebony scales.             Her summery dress, fluttering at the knee.

One leg, her own flesh and bone.     The other false, wrought by skilled hands.         No shoes, as feet touch the cooling sand.             The rising tide, licking at bare ankle(s).

In that setting sun, once more standing on her own...         Casting a single, stubborn silhouette.

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As a man of the cloth, coffee is to me what water is to a person lost in a desert. It is fuel for my soul, the peace that passes all understanding, my one and only, my prrrecioussss.

At midnight tonight, I had my morning coffee.  Not because I had just woken up, but because I was still awake and desperately needed sleep.  (In reality, my cousin would only make some if I joined her. We both have problems with caffeine addiction and misery loves company).  

For health reasons, she has opted to sweeten her coffee with Stevia.  I myself would never taint my coffee with such chemical supplements.  But in an act of mischief, my cousin dumped a packet of the foulness into my coffee, when i was distracted.  I shot a righteous glare in her direction and threatened to revoke her marital status.  She squinted back at me and said: “No takebacksies”.  

I cried out in remorse as I could not break the covenant.  “You’re lucky you are happily married...”  I countered.