William(f) 4

A phone rings. Again. A third time rushes into his ears. Blinking, his dazed eyes clear as the last ring before voicemail echoes through the apartment. He rolls over, blinks a few more times to push the sleep from his eyes. The clock on the VCR says it is after 11. Wow, it has been a while since I have slept this late. He pushes himself into a sitting position. A dull thud pulls at the back of his eyes. Reaching over his right shoulder, he massages the hard knot behind his shoulder blade. He closes his eyes again and slowly puts his head back down on the arm of the couch, trying to wake up. Lying back down, he opened his eyes and glanced up at the sky outside the window. The reason for him being on the couch was quickly brought back into focus. His curiosity was peaked as to why the man was covered in bruises. Accident maybe? And why hadn’t he ever noticed him before? It seems off that the buildings were so close and he had not even noticed a light on in the building. Thinking about the night before brought back the nightmares he had suffered from all night. He hadn’t had dreams that vivid since he was a child. Someone was chasing him but he could not see any faces nor anyone from that matter. He knew he must run but from what?

He sighed. The urge to pee forced him up again. He glanced out the window and saw that a shade had been pulled. Shit. I was caught. Now he is going to think I am some pervert. Why am I stressing? I don’t even know who this guy is? He shuffled to the bathroom to relieve himself, grabbing the phone to check his messages as he went.

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William stood in the shower, the water soothing any soreness that remained in his upper body. His ankle was still soar and he gingerly lifted his leg to wash his feet. As the water began turning cold, he got off and started toweling himself dry. A good night sleep had done him well. It was the first time in recent days he remembered sleeping through the night and not being awoken by a dream. Although at this point in time, it was hard to imagine in as a dream. He still had no clear recollection as to what had happened. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, he looked at his reflection. His face looked young again, although thinner, his eyes less sunken. The bruises on his chest were starting to yellow and fade. He was still too pale and his muscles looked smaller.

Walking into his room, he walked over to the window and let the sun dry the small beads of water that were left. It felt good, warm, safe. Opening his eyes, he glanced across into the apartment next door. A man was sleeping on the couch. Had he been watching me last night? William couldn’t remember exactly. Paranoia began to creep back up his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand on end. Pulling the shade, he turned and looked around the apartment and realized it had been days sine he had done much of anything. he walked over to his dresser and picked out a pair of white boxer briefs. Carefully he put one foot in, then the other, sliding them up over his legs and body. He adjusted himself and turned towards the couch. Strewn across the room were the clothes he had not had the energy to deal with. He picked up a pair of jeans and sniffed. They smelled clean enough to wear. He finished dressing and walked back into the bathroom. He winced as he lifted his arm to put on deodorant. The bristles of the toothbrush hurt his gums and he realized it had to have been at least a week since he last did it. The taste was soothing. His energy zapped, his slipped on some shoes and headed for the door, he needed food. Hmm, I am starved, he thought to himself. He opened the door and turned to look out the shaded window. His fears calmed but he wandered what the deal was with the sleeping man. He may just need to find out.



Walking into his room, he walked over to the window and let the sun dry the small beads of water that were left. It felt good, warm, safe. Opening his eyes, he glanced across into the apartment next door. A man was sleeping on the couch. Had he been watching me last night? William couldn’t remember exactly. Paranoia began to creep back up his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand on end. Pulling the shade, he turned and looked around the apartment and realized it had been days sine he had done much of anything. he walked over to his dresser and picked out a pair of white boxer briefs. Carefully he put one foot in, then the other, sliding them up over his legs and body. He adjusted himself and turned towards the couch. Strewn across the room were the clothes he had not had the energy to deal with. He picked up a pair of jeans and sniffed. They smelled clean enough to wear. He finished dressing and walked back into the bathroom. He winced as he lifted his arm to put on deodorant. The bristles of the toothbrush hurt his gums and he realized it had to have been at least a week since he last did it. The taste was soothing. His energy zapped, his slipped on some shoes and headed for the door, he needed food. Hmm, I am starved, he thought to himself. He opened the door and turned to look out the shaded window. His fears calmed but he wandered what the deal was with the sleeping man. He may just need to find out.

Lost in Transition

Well, it finally happened. At some point yesterday, I lost my cell phone. Not a big loss since it was a basic free model when we signed up but ti is still annoying as hell. Now I have to remember who was in it and get there numbers again. Grr. I did go and get a new snazzy one last night (still basic but an upgrade) and am having issues trying to figure it all out...too many buttons, ways of doign things. my biggest issue is that if you enter more than one number for a person, then it adds there name twice instead of keeping it on a seperate line. AND every number has a speed dial. Pain in the ass but I am sure I'll get used to it.

New links

A couple of new links added to the list. Freedom Camp has a lot to say about our country and about the state of affairs. Interesting read. Crash at twenty-something is a young guy in Vermont who has a writing style that sucks you in a little bit. Interesting stories both fictional and not. Check them out.

William (f) 3

William turned towards the window, feeling coolness emanate from the glass, shivering in his now naked skin. Tears streaked his body, running over the bruises on his chest, down to his aching hips. Slowly he raised his head and glanced across the alley into another pair of eyes. He slowly turned off the light behind him. He moved over to the bed and curled up under the covers, slipping between the cool sheets and breathing lightly to not aggravate his ribs on his side. He thought of the people who were holding him hostage. The people who drove him to drink and try to forget the past were pounding at his subconscious. He was walking on a thin piece of glass that was about to fracture, cracks growing increasingly long, threatening to break and send his whole body falling into the past. Sleep took him quickly and surprisingly. His thoughts were cut short by a dreamless sleep.

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A chill swept through him as he stood in the dark. He saw me, didn’t he? He looked right at me. Did it just not register? Exhaustion reached from the soft cushions to pull him down and he sat heavily. What am I doing? He was not ready to sleep but could not help himself. Sliding off his shoes, curiosity of what had happened to the man next door ran through his head. Already he wondered if he had actually seen what he had. No reaction from the other guy made him wonder if he was imagining it all. No drugs, no drinking. Why would I be hallucinating? He felt ashamed for watching but concern for this man he had never met or even noticed before. Dreams enveloped him before his eyes closed for the night, the lumpy couch pummeling his side as he curled up, running for his life.


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Time and again

Trying to figure out life again for what can only be the umpteenth time. Guess that happens. Sorry for the few who may actually read this blog, it has been some time.

So the vacation was nice. It reminded me of all that I miss about being in San Francisco. I love the whether, the people, the flowers, but alas, it is not home. Not that Boston is home either. Not only have I been trying to figure out my lifes path, I have been trying to figure out what home is. Not always easy but I am sure I'll get there someday.

Writing in general has been pretty slow. I try to work but I am just too lazy. Nothing ever happens because I get sucked into t.v. or the internet, or something, anything other than having to write. I hate it. Do I want to be a writer? What am I scared of? Well obviously it has to be with being good enough. But I often think I am better than some of the books I have read. Who knows.

I have started taking more photos now that we got a digital. It is fun but how many pictures of plants can you take? At least it is a little something that helps relieve the creative instinct. I am going to try and be better (deja vu) about writing here and elsewhere.

Other thoughts for the day: This government is driving me crazy. It is hard to be an activist and do something about it when the other side has the money. I try to speak up but it only seems to go so far. I do not understand why so many people are complesent with all that is going on in the world.

Just a little ramble this morning. Listening to Green Day and having a good morning thus far.

Off For Vacation

This is bad. It is only Tuesday but I am so ready for vacation. Thursday night we fly to San Fran for 5 days to relax in the sun and fog and visit friends and drink wine, and relax. I am so looking forward to it.

Not too much going on besides work and baby on this end. We have spent the last couple of weeks trying to rebuild our front porch steps. It amazes us how we can do so much but cannot manage to cut a line. Oh well. It is almost done now and only a cuple of fights....okay, a two week long fight but that is besides the point.

Back to work now. I'll hopefully write more soon when we return. I need to get back into the whole writing thing again.