Despite my yearly desire to force myself onto a schedule, life and my wandering mind keep discovering reasons that keep me from achieving the goal. This year, there are a couple of things that are competing for my time, photography and my alto saxophone. While the sax stretches further into my past, I’ve always loved capturing the world around me. Thankfully, I’m not starting these skills without some kind of base, so with some work I should be able to slot these budding skills into my daily routine.
I hope that both fledgling skills will one day complement my writing. However, they need more development to achieve those goals. In the meantime, I will not stop churning out stories. And the first piece for February is a micro tale that continues Ramas Caldwell’s story from Sending Request. After the elapsed time, Ramas constructed a fresh fire and withdrew the leather tube his messenger delivered.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Gripping the leather tube with both hands, Ramas wrenched it in two. As the inner grains of sand slid to the ground, he tossed the remnants into the smoldering blaze. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Now Ramas, that wasn’t very nice.”
The wanderer removed his helm, placing it beside the fire. He turned toward the swirling motes of smoke emerging from the flames as he licked his lips. “Emilie, you’re the one who called. What do you want?”
The smoky tendrils whipped about, coalescing into a lithe woman with hair cascading down her back. “For you to cease interfering with my plans.”
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