Captian's Log Waiting to Die 9 Jan 20247 Jan 2024 A silence fell over me as the tyrant died, as he gurgled in his blood. A great man, in a way; not good, not loved—perhaps someone did love him—but great.…
Captian's Log Clarence 4 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 They sat in silence, the sort of silence a hospital offers with the ever moving nurses and busy doctors, the incessant blips and beeps of machines, the expectancy of life…
Captian's Log Clarence 3 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 The old man took hold of Clarence's chin, turning it right then left and peering down with a thoughtful hum. "No bites," he said. "That's good. Now," he sat back…
Captian's Log Clarence 2 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 The white curtains he woke up to confused him a moment, but the sounds of a hospital soon established a certain probability in the swirling soup of his thoughts. Floating…
Captian's Log Clarence 30 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 He knew by a sharp and irrefutable instinct who it was. Who else would it be? Instantly, he was awake and sober, his hand reaching for the blessed beads he'd…
Captian's Log Clarence 29 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 Taking off his round spectacles, he gave them an absentminded scrub on the end of his shirt and replaced them. The blurry outline of his head gazed up at him.…
Captian's Log Clarence 28 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 He had stopped somewhere, he would have wondered where if he'd the mental fortitude, beside a lamppost beneath which a collection of rain had formed a muddy and reflective puddle.…
Captian's Log Clarence 27 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 The dark and terrible thought passed through his mind as he wandered, sleepless, over the rain-speckled pavement. Will I ever sleep again? The question haunted him as he propelled himself…
Captian's Log Dear Reader: Over the Next Few Days 26 Dec 2023 Dear Reader, I will be away from the blog for a week or so. I've got some pre-written posts ready to be automatically published over my absence. Most of them…
Captian's Log The Tongue 23 Dec 2023 The hurt on his face cut at my soul, but the words kept pouring from my mouth. I could not stop—I prayed I'd stop, but it was like a whole…
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