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Share a Drink Like Old Friends

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Heather didn’t need to look through the menu. She had come here enough to know what she wanted. The bartender knew her, giving her a nod as she sat down in a booth. The waitress brought her drink over and Heather started waiting. The bar was mostly empty. It was early and would probably get rowdy later. She was a parent though so she liked to get things done and get home to her daughter as soon as possible.

“I knew that you’d be early,” a voice said she was running her finger along the ring of her cosmopolitan.

She looked up and saw her ex-husband standing in front of her. She was reminded as she always was, how handsome he was and had been. He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of nice jeans. His hair was neat and beard trim. He wasn’t sure to sit down yet or not. She slid out of the booth and hugged him. He noted that she had lost weight. Maybe that was him, the dead weight, the albatross around her neck.

The hug lasted a bit longer than friends. She squeezed him tight and then let him go. She sat down and he did as well. The waitress came in and he ordered a beer. She was looking at him from across the table. Her wide, protuberant eyes were drilling into him. Her hair was shorter than when they were together, coming to about her chin. She looked good.

“Thank you for offering to meet,” he said to her. “And thank you for what you said to Krissy.”

“She didn’t mean any of that, John,” Heather replied. “She just… she’s having a hard time understanding this.”

“I know.”

He hung his head. He tapped his finger on the table.

“How are you doing with this?” John asked.

“I mean, I was hurt when it happened but… that was a year ago at this point. I think I’m coming to terms with it,” Heather answered. “When you came out to me, I said some things that I shouldn’t have. I was not kind to what you were going through.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that,” John said. “I know it must have been hard to hear. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Don’t,” she snapped at him. “Don’t you fucking dare dismiss what we had that way.”

He looked at her. The slap of her words felt almost physical.

“I don’t feel it was a waste. We had ten really good years and we got Krissy out of it. I love you, John. I still do. I know that we can’t be together but that fact isn’t going to change,” Heather continued.

“I love you too,” John said struggling to keep his voice even.

“That’s why I wanted to reach out to you. Because when I talked to her about yelling at you, saying that she hated you, it was like confronting a tiny version of the feelings that I had for you. I told her that it wasn’t your fault, that this is just what happens sometimes, people fall out of love with one another and they figure out who they are.”

Heather took a sip of her drink.

“Because even if we still have things to work out between us, I don’t want you to be sad, I don’t want you to lose your daughter who despite what she was saying, loves you more than anything in this world,” Heather said and took a deep breath. “I want us to be a family and that’s going to look a little different. You, Krissy, me and whatever handsome man you happen to be dating.”

John smiled and took a swig of his beer.

“I think I’m going to stick with Barry for a while,” John said. “I really care for him.”

“He seems like a great guy,” Heather said with a smile. “I think that he’s going to be really good to have in Krissy’s life. She told me about him helping her with her pitching.”

“I’m glad we have at least one jock to help her learn.”

“Not our thing.”

“Never was.”

They shared a laugh.

“How’re you doing?” John asked her.

“I got back on the dating apps and I have a bevy of twenty-year old men looking to blow my back out,” Heather said. “I’m going to be just fine. I just don’t care, right now. It’s fun once in a while but I’m not really looking to date seriously.”

“That’s fine. If you ever want to drop Krissy off while you go on a date, feel free. We’re always happy to see her.”

“Thanks. The thing is, you know what? I really just miss my best friend.”

Her eyes were crinkling with tears. John took a wet breath.

“Yeah, I do too,” he said.

“Do you think we can get back to that?” Heather asked him.

“I would love to.”

“Any gossip from your office?”

He let out a laugh.

“If we’re going to get into that,” he said. “We need some food and more drinks. On me, of course.”

They beckoned the waitress over and the two of them ordered. They spent the next few hours laughing and enjoying themselves. They went back to their homes feeling better about the world, about themselves and each other.

The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller Spoiler Review

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So, I want to talk about how good this book is and to do that, I’m going to spoil some things. To that end, if you want to read this book, stop reading here and go read it. It’s a great read, I couldn’t get enough of it. Check it out.

Alessandra is a straight up piece of shit and I love her for it. She is self-absorbed, conniving and power hungry. She’s also highly intelligent and charming. She’s been overlooked by her sister and now she wants to step into her own. She has a plan to do this by marrying, fucking and killing the current leader of the world, the Shadow King. Step one of the plan is scamming a bunch of idiots into giving her money and jewels. She uses that to fund her trip and we’re off to the races.

The thing is with this book, is that neither lead are good people. In fact, they’re both monsters that occasionally do nice things for each other. I think that this is great and such a refreshing take on one of these kinds of novels.

Alessandra helps him hunt down and kill the local Robin Hood. Every time the king is displeased some of his servants die. This is against the backdrop of him conquering the world. There’s never a point these two ever get better.

I once had a conversation about Roy from Full Metal Alchemist that my friend didn’t like that he was so charming despite committing so many war crimes. My other friend countered that that was the point. He came back from the war and put his uniform on and makes you forget. That’s what real monsters do.

Alessandra and Kallias do the same thing, they make you forget they’re terrible by being nice… to one another. Everyone else to them is disposable.

Yet, I couldn’t stop reading. The writing was so excellent, each twist drew me further into the book. It was phenomenal.

The only minor complaint I can have is that it felt like Alessandra got out of certain trouble a bit too easily. It kind of reminded me of Josh Hartnett’s character in the movie Trap(2024). When that happened it didn’t make me think that she was that smart or resourceful. But there are other moments where her intelligence does shine through. So, maybe it evens out.

This whole book reminded me of the tone of Creep by Lygia Day Penaflor. Where the narrator helps draw you in with what’s going on and you start understanding, accepting and somewhat even encouraging the terrible things the narrator’s doing until you shake your head and remember no this is bad. It’s good for us to have books like this where terrible behavior isn’t excused. The author just presents it and you get to make your own choice.

In short, highly recommend. Five stars, 10/10, check it out.

Our Perfect Gentlemen

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(This is a preview of one of the stories that’s going to be in my collection of horror stories entitled A Heartbeat in the Darkness.)

It was an unfortunate thing that most people were happy about the missing child posters.  Though they would never say such a thing to the distraught parents.  They would place their hands on their arms and say it was such a tragedy and they were in their thoughts.  Meanwhile saying good riddance behind their backs at various social functions.  The one bit of sorrow was that their older daughter still wandered the streets putting up the signs.  A hopeless endeavor.  It made them sad because she was a good girl, so different than her brother.  People liked her.  Maybe if they had liked him a little bit more.  He wouldn’t have turned out this way.  

Or maybe he just needed a firmer hand than his parents had been willing to use.  At least that’s what the Pince sisters thought.  Two older women who had relaxed into a life of retirement with a nice little nest egg.  He was their current house guest.  Wasn’t he just so fine now, sitting in their living room across from them.  Serving them tea.  His smile so much better than that nasty look he had on his face at all times before.  Constantly frowning, constantly smirking and giving people the finger.  What a naughty little boy he had been.  

They had fixed it.  It had taken quite a bit of work but they had fixed it.  Just like that they had so many times in the past.  They had this down to a perfect science.  He would be their house guest for as long as they could keep him.  Not that anyone ever left by choice.

Night came and so the two sisters retired up to bed.  Leaving him downstairs by himself.  One of them gave a quick flick to the machinery on the wall.  It spun and the resulting slackening was near instantaneous.  

The young man’s arms fell to his sides, his mouth finally fell away from the rictus smile that it had been forced into throughout the day.  It was hard to decide which was the worse pain.  The ones in his arms, mouth or in his cut achilles tendons.  The rings that had been sewn into his skin and then laced with fine piano wires ached.  He was made uncomfortable by the IVs that fed him as there was no longer any use for his super glued together teeth.  

He sat like a doll that had been left in the corner.  His body limp and useless.  There was no escape.  No way to get out of here.  He remembered the day that he had broken in here.  Looking for something of value to steal and sell.  How he hadn’t heard the one sister behind him before she struck him with the encyclopedia.  Knocking him unconscious.  Where had she gotten that strength?  

He had woken up this way.  Covered in the rings.  His jaw clamped together.  They had kept him like a toy ever since.  That had been months ago.  He assumed that they had killed their husbands.  Were living off the life insurance policies.  How else could they have afforded this?  

He slept fitfully this night and every night.  His body wrapped up in its various pains and discomforts.  The next morning, he rose with the sun in his eyes.  But the women weren’t there.  He couldn’t hear them.  The day passed.  The IVs ran dry.  Still no sign of them.  There hadn’t been a day when they hadn’t come down to torture him and play out their sick fantasy so what had happened?  

Night came again.  He wondered if this was some trick.  If they were going to come back and hurt him in some way.  He sat.  A second day and night passed.  No sign of them.  By the third morning, he figured that they had died in their sleep two days ago.  Good riddance, you god damn monsters, he thought.  He knew he had to go now.  He knew there was only way to exit.  

He bent his body forward and began to pull.  

A Moment in the Lives of Two Early Risers

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The sound of her leather jacket was soothing. She had done her makeup the night before and put her hair into a bun on top of her head. Wrapping it with a bandana. There was the crunch of gravel underneath her feet as she walked into the convenience store.

There was an old man standing behind the counter. He was reading a paperback novel. There was music playing on the overhead speakers. Given that it was morning, she bought a small sleeve of donuts. He had a pot of coffee going and she poured herself a cup. Adding her sugar and cream, she approached the counter.

“Morning,” he said setting down his novel.

“Good morning,” she said.

He looked at Julia. She was young, somewhere in her early twenties. She had bright red lipstick and her skin was pale. She wore a buttoned down dark blue shirt with white polka dots tied at the waist. Black boots and black leggings.

She glanced at him. He had a Santa quality about him. Was probably a grandpa. He wore a black Motley Crue T-shirt and jeans. He had tiny reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose.

He glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’re you doing up so early, dressed so fine?” he asked.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Julia said. “Thought I would take my bike out for a ride. Go see the sun rise.”

“That sounds like a helluva morning,” the old man said.

“I noticed your sign has different hours. You shouldn’t be open this early.”

“Couldn’t sleep so I figured I could make some money to early risers like yourself.”

“That’s fair.”

“Where are you heading to see the sunrise?”

“West Quoddy Head lighthouse. I’m racing the sun.”

“Funny, isn’t it? The most eastern point in America is called West Quoddy. Interesting.”

She held out a twenty.

“Keep it,” he said. “You have a good ride. Wish I was your age again. Sounds like you’re having fun.”

“I am and I don’t want to short a small business, especially one run by such a gentleman,” Julia said.

“Fair enough.”

He took the cash and gave her her change. She offered her hand and the took shook. She walked out of the store and threw her leg over her bike. She started it up, revved the engine and took off down the road.

The road to the lighthouse needed people to be wide awake. The coffee was a boon to her. She got to the lighthouse and parked her bike in the parking lot. She climbed the small hill and waited.

There were others there with her. They were doing the same. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for a new day full of promise.

She thought about the breakup that she had gone through recently. How for so long, she had felt wrong and foolish for breaking up with him. He had done such a good job putting her down. Trying to dampen her light. Now though, as the sun rose turning the sky pink. The feel of the sea on her face, she felt alive again. Light and beautiful. She raised her cup to the sun and hoped that the old man at the convenience store had a good day as well.

The next day was rainy and cloudy. The day after promised clear skies.

Because of this, an older gentleman, white of beard and aching in his bones rolled a motorcycle out of his garage. An older but slightly younger woman, not used to being awake at this time of day but happy that her husband was happy, came walking out of the house securing a helmet over her hair.

“Let’s go, mama,” he said.

They drove into the coming dawn. They saw the sunrise. They hit the road again. They saw where the day could take them.