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Deathwalker 7.5

            The underlying threat hit the crew in a wave, and suddenly, all eyes were on the blood slowly staining my sleeve. Damn it, Keh. I saw the captain’s mouth open and rushed to speak first.
            “An accident,” I tried out Keh’s casual tone but stared at the screen and willed her to understand. “Mostly my fault and too small to worry about.” Drop it, Keh. The last thing I needed was some strange doctor inspecting my arms.
            The quality of the silence shifted, but there were still too many people looking at me. Except Keh. She was focused on the captain. Nathaira, I repeated it to myself silently.
            “Hhe will be asss sssafe asss I can make hhim,” the captain said through her teeth. I gritted mine and hoped Keh knew what she was doing. Gri shifted forward, but the Teg moved ahead of him so smoothly that the motion was barely noticeable.
            “We are thanking for assistance, Captain Keh,” the Light One said warmly – and extra respectfully. Keh smiled slightly.
            “For you, Mor, any time.” She shifted her gaze and inclined her head slightly with the Kaihmi gesture of respectful farewell to an equal. “Captain Nat.” Her hands and body language adjusted slightly as those clever eyes pinned me in place, and she smiled once more.
            “You will be safe with them,” she said, reverting to our tongue smoothly. “See that they are safe with you, especially Nat.”
            Her tone didn’t change a hair, and for an instant, I froze, staring at the screen as adrenaline grabbed me. Of course Keh remembered. I swallowed and sternly forced myself to breathe.
            “Absolutely.” I didn’t stutter, but I probably sounded a bit strangled. I thought about trying again then quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, I wordlessly matched her gesture and watched the screen go blank. Despite the surprises toward the end, I felt a tug of bereavement as she disappeared.
            Bye, Keh.



Incessant movement
Of their untiring jaws
And the blowing winds

The Good Idea

An idea lay along the street
With writing on the side,
Describing all that it could do,
All that it had inside.
A man came walking down that street
And saw the idea alone
He read the side and knew at once
Where that idea should go
“Such a good idea!” he thought!
“It’s perfect for my dad!”
An idea, he knew without a doubt
Was the best he’d ever had.
He carried it straight to his father’s door
And held it up and said
“Dad, this idea is just for you!”
But his father shook his head
“It’s not that it’s a bad idea,
But I like this idea instead.”
The son looked past his father
And saw there on the floor
An old, somewhat dusty idea
He’d never noticed before.
He didn’t read the writing there –
He knew there was no need,
For his was a far superior idea
If his father could only see.
And so he told his father that
For hours (or so it seemed)
Until, at last, with a shake of his head
His dad finally agreed.
Happy, the son placed the idea up high,
Where everyone could see
And took away the bad idea
That he knew should never be.
And then he left his dad alone
With the new idea enthroned,
Wishing for a good idea,
Like the one he once had owned.

He Longed for the Moon

He longed for the moon
They scoffed: “It’s impossible!
And yet, which mouse
Found the cheese?

They Call It Respect

They call it respect
When they ask what she wants.
They call it helping
When they ignore what she says
Or simply replace it with
What they think is best
Arguing and arguing
Like walls, hard, unmoving
Until she accepts it,
And they get their way.

She calls it life
When her choice is ignored
She calls it pointless
When she tries to be heard
Or cries there in silence
Where they cannot see
Sinking and bleeding
Crushed by the word, “worthless,”
A word that not one of them
Would think she could be.


Feast your eyes, your mind
Beauty, dream, or
Injury – all incurably
Depend on the
Day and viewer, yet
Even one yielding may
Never cease to be.

A Slender Hope

Two delicate drops,
Matching chain, exquisite dress,
Slender heels, and hope

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