phone – In the Crescent

The Antiquarian November 19, 2021

Branches in a Tree

A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make a sound. My hand gripped the receiver, turning my knuckles white, and I began to shake uncontrollably. There was something strangely familiar about that voice.

The Tower

Hmm. How to answer. The better question would be, who haven’t I been? Put me in a toga, and I’m the Fates. Viking attire, I’m the Norn. Egyptian headdress, I’m Ma’at. I’m the Oracle in almost every story he’s heard. But to be honest, I’m just so tired.

The Morning After

I have a love/hate relationship with crowds. I love how easily you can get lost in them but I hate having so many people so close to me. My therapist said it was because I couldn’t control the situation or anyone else around me. He’s probably right. I do have a slight issue with control but I already knew that, so I fired him and ate street tacos for the next month. There’s really no better comfort food combination than taco and whiskey.