Words, Weights, Whatever

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Not what they seem

A bespectacled bag boy nervously folding a piece of
A old man gazing at him with intent.
I watch both, writing imaginary biographies in my
The boy, I write, is not what he seems. Look at the
trembling in his hands as he folds the crisp sheet,
the dab of nail polish on the tips of the cuticles,
beautiful buffed into a sensuous curve.
"He" is not a boy at all, but a young girl in
A runaway? I look up at the thought and watch as the
old man rises halfway before Father Time, with a flash
of pain, reminds him of his thinning thread.
"How's the plane, Mallory?" he gasps. The "bag boy",
now an unfashionable dressed girl, smiles at the man.
She holds up the paper airplane.
"All finished, grandpa."

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Weekend Words

Whew! Both days were event-filled.

Saturday I saw my Mazda 626 for the last time as
Goodwill towed it away as a donation. Safely gone, I
drove down to San Diego to attend Mysterious Galaxy's
birthday bash. Didn't stay long, though; too many
people to casually browse for books. I did pick up a
couple of books for R. and the rpg supplement, Shades
of Gray, at the nearby Game Castle. Whoo-hoo! I've
been looking for it for ages.

Briefly napped that afternoon before joining my
friends for a V:tM rpg. The ST was late and character
creation took forever. However, I could tell J. was an
excellent GM once the game got started. I'm still
ambivalent, though, about the game itself.

Sunday we joined R.'s family for Mother's Day.
Afterwards headed out to to the Renfaire where I
bought myself another ring. We capped off the weekend
watching a couple of episodes of Demon King.

I don't want the weekend to end!

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