Pekfic, 26:53 a.m.
"Mhmm, that's a dollar."
"Things better pick up soon...."
I shot the pirate a look; she was lying on the porch with her head hanging over he edge.
"We've been here two minutes. We have a customer."
"Longest two minutes of my life. I'm booooooooooooooooooooored."
I rolled me eyes and took a sip of coffee.
"So we're done, right?"
"But no one's been here since that first boring guy this morning."
"BO-ring!" She did not sound like a fog horn.
"Isn't there something for you to do...? Ship to crash...? Village to plunder...?"
This time she rolled her eyes.
"Leaving me to my own devices? Fine."
And she was gone before I could stop her.
She strolled casually through the gate, hands in her pockets and whistling. Suspicions = raised.
"What've you been up to?"
"Hmph. Fine. If there's been trouble, I don't want to hear anything abou--- is that an alarm clock?"
"I hear ringing... do you hear ringing?"
Pekfic"So, what'd you get?"
Pekmae reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of fruit that was bigger than her balled fist.
She shook her head and reached into her other pocket for a handful of sweets.
"Doesn't look like anything I asked for... Those are for you, huh?"
"Right... your cut. Anything for me?"
She nodded again, and pulled a wallet and a double handful of credits out of her tunic. The pirate patted her on the head as she handed them over.
"Pekmae... what do you have?"
The pirate shrugged and stuck her hands in her pockets, which were growing suspiciously larger with each booth they passed.
"Show me. What'd you get?"
She smirked and raised her eyebrow; Eko was not similarly amused. So she sighed and pulled out handfuls of sweets, dried fruits, shiny beads, and anything else that was small and easily lifted.
Eko was agahst.
"Pekmae Ellessar Ellesiim Starunner! What in all the galaxies do you think you're doing?"
The pirate rolled h
DramaIt seems so familiar,
this ache, this peculiar
shake in the pit of my bones.
Oh yes, I remember
the first of September
when she wrecked up both of our homes.
I put them together,
two birds of a feather,
the bestie and the boyfriend.
Then the boy turned to ex
and the best remained best
and the hot summertime came and went.
Imagine my horror,
no more maid of honor,
when the bestie gave up on her vows.
Then the ex and the best
flew out of my nest;
they eloped, and live happily now.
The first of September
and still I remember
this deep throbbing ache in my heart
It's happened again,
with a girl and a friend,
one more marriage just begging to start.
I want to be happy,
but they're both so sappy
and can't see I've phased out of their lives.
They say it won't be,
they can't live without me,
that I'm telling them both mixed up lies.
But I've been here before,
this mat on the floor,
and it's a place I've accepted to dwell.
I'll leave them their drama,
quit being their mama,
let them learn how t
The hero and the princess - 12The wedding cake was caramel, tiered, with butter cream frosting and an edging of delicate licorice lace around the bottom. When Dante's grandmother whispered that a wedding cake should be white he faked a panic, asking with an increasingly loud voice: "The cake isn't white? It was supposed to be white; isn't it white? Why isn't the wedding cake white?" until Moonbeam elbowed his ribs and the grandmother walked away in a huff.
He didn't care what color the cake was; it was the perfect flavor, and he absolutely ruined it by sticking his fingers in the icing and feeding bits to his wife.
May was her real name. She'd given fakes to the others, just like Dante had pretended he wasn't blind.
He never stopped calling her Moonbeam.
"You have cotton candy eyes." Moonbeam told him the first time he removed his glasses for her. He told her to prove it, and she took him to the state fair where they ate and whirled until they were absolutely ill. They brought home three bags of cotton cand
The hero and the princess - 11Dante did not go to the park when the weather was nice. He had enough descriptions of the buildings, and his game wasn't fun anymore. He didn't go to the coffee shop, either, mostly because he still didn't like the taste.
Vanessa had a surgery, and Dante used staying home to be a help as an excuse to never leave the house. He developed a project or a chore when the family went out to movies on the weekend, and never felt well when it was time to do the shopping.
He didn't notice his carpet was stained with spilled desserts; Vanessa and Daphne meticulously scrubbed to get rid of the texture, the smell, but the color just wouldn't come up.
Dante kept her forgotten cardigan under his pillow. Her shoes he left on the porch, and one day they were gone. But the cardigan he kept hidden; it would wander away, if he let it.
The seasons changed and the weather turned cold. Dante enjoyed the cold weather; he never wore his boots, no matter how much it rained. Then change blew in again and the wea
The hero and the princess - 10Vanessa didn't understand what she was supposed to be doing, or saying. She looked into Dante's room and saw the girl, and the mess, then looked over her shoulder at Daphne, the sister.
"Well I don't know what she expects from me but Well I'm Vanessa; I'm Dante's mom. No no, don't get up we can shake hands later." Moonbeam was half standing, but sat back down.
"I'm May. It's nice to meet you."
"May. That's lovely. What do you do?"
"I study art."
"Fantastic." She looked around again; Dante hadn't moved, not even to look at her. "Well, you two are old enough to make your own decisions and Well I'll keep Daphne out of your hair. You kids have fun."
And she closed the door behind her.
Dante was mortified. His sister AND his mother had caught them in the act of learning the colors of desserts. What else had they been doing? Dante thought he was in shock, because for the life of him he couldn't remember anything but caramel.
Moonbeams earring jingled, and
The hero and the princess - 9Dante wore a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to three-quarters because his sister assured him it was: "Hot." After much convincing, he also agreed to cook in his bare feet.
"If I drop something it could break my toes."
"So don't drop anything. You don't want sock lines on your pruned feet."
Dante agreed, though neither discussed the circumstances that would involve the removal of shoes.
She threw a dish towel over his shoulder and let him do the cooking; he prepared blackened salmon, rice pilaf, green beans, and garlic bread. There was no dessert, because he had high hopes for Moonbeam.
Dante answered the door at 7:08 and showed Moonbeam through the house. The table was set with candles and cloth napkins because his sister said it would disguise the fact that the table was really in the kitchen. Dante seated Moonbeam in his sister's chair and gave very specific instructions of: "Don't move" as he served their plates from the stove.
"Do you need any help?"
"Absolutely do not m