Luck - WIPHis name was Luck. A name anyone would tell you never to give a child. It was one thing to call a young pixie Rose. Roses are beautiful. And Pixies are beautiful as well. Boys on the other hand, well, boys can be a handful. And calling a young Piskie Luck was asking for two handfuls.
Piskies can be pesky and pestiferous. Someone named Luck can be both at the same time.
The wilder Piskies can be troublesome, taxing, and trying. Someone named Luck can be all three at once.
Worst still, his name was Luck. Not Good Luck. Nor Bad Luck. He wasn't named Happy Luck, or Surprised Luck, or even something like Luck of the Draw.
And don't get me started on Lucky.
No. Luck was named Luck.
And as anyone will tell you, luck can go any which way it chooses.
Luck was a Peskie through and through. Now, if you think he was at all lucky, that's a question for the end, isnt it?
Where to begin? While some of you are no doubt familiar with Pixies and Piskies and all sorts of things, some of you may be n
Eric and Valenine - 1 - WIP1
Valentine looked up at the dust motes streaming past the curtain on the window. It was still early, but the window faced the sunrise, and small as it was, it still gave him a sense of light flooding in every morning. The golden glow languidly made its way about the room, making him feel like returning to bed, or getting up and going out, all at once. It was that strange feeling of expectations that swarmed the teenager whenever he sat and thought for too long.
It didn’t matter what he thought about.
Just so long as he was contemplating things.
With a casual flick of his wrist and a well-aimed word, the motes gently shifted colors, going from gold to orange, to red, and up to purples, rounding back through blues and greens before returning to yellow. It came almost naturally to him, the magic. A flick here, a look there, too easy his teacher said.
Then again, women seemed to be a timid lot, at least that’s what his seventeen years of experience told him. He was pretty sure
The Church LadiesThe Church Ladies
I’d never met the woman before. At least not as a semi-adult. Maybe back when I was a know-nothing kid. But the adult me was meeting her for the first time. I only wish it was under different circumstances.
She wasn’t alone. As I opened the front door I saw she had brought someone with her. The two seemed a matching pair. Except for the age. Her companion was a little shorter and a lot older. But both had the same round face, the same brown eyes, and the same sympathetic smile. Mother and daughter.
I knew who they were, sort of. They normally sat at the front of church. Near the Guadalupana’s, but not part of them. My sister said they were the real deal. I guess that’s why they were here instead of all the other old ladies from church.
I returned their smiles as a stepped to the side, letting them in.
“Buenos dias,” I said.
“Buenos dias mijo,” The younger one said. “I tu mami?”
I led them inside, cl