Short Story: Father’s Day Part I: Emancipation

Originally published in 2015, updated in 2018. Enjoy!

Written by: T.C. Harrison

Copyright 2018

EMANCIPATION

Father cursed the day I was born. To him it was the worst day in the world. As I came out of my mother’s womb her spirit went up to heaven and I was destined to know nothing but hell on earth.

He was never a good man. On the outside looking in, one would believe him to be a nice and gentle poor soul who through a few unfortunate events simultaneously lost the love of his life and gained his only child. People called him a man of God. They believed him to be a righteous man, one who worked hard to provide for his daughter.

Oh how foolish they were.

They had no idea who they were dealing with, but I did. From the womb I knew he was trouble, and inside my mother’s belly I vowed to protect her from him. Sadly, I could not. It was he who murdered my mother with his jealousy and spitefulness.

From the day my mother told him she was with child, he plotted to destroy me. Father was a controlling man who used all sorts of deception, intimidation, and bribery to get what he wanted in all of his life’s dealings. Mother tried many times to leave but he always found her.

He cut mother off from her friends and family, moving her three states away so no one could follow. On several occasions he told her “No one can have you but me.”

He wanted mother to have an abortion and for the first time in their relationship, she stood up to him and would not do it. Enraged by her refusal, father sought to kill me. Each night in secret he would drop a liquid poison into my mother’s tea.

They were miniscule drops of course, but over the nine-month period the poison took its toll. To my father’s shock the plan failed and backfired, killing mother instead of me. When the doctor spanked my tiny backside, I uttered an oath to pay father back for his treachery with my first cry.

******

For years I endured physical and mental abuse from this horrible man. No, he wasn’t a man. He was a child who had the body of a grownup, who would throw terrifying tantrums when things did not go his way. No… he was no man. My only reprieve was when he sent me to boarding school.

But even that did not last long.

As I grew older, I inherited my mother’s features and personality. He began to see me as her and whenever I returned home, he would try his darndest to prevent me from returning to school. Eventually father succeeded and I was homeschooled from there on out.

Father never touch me, thankfully he wasn’t that far gone. But the beatings and mental abuse continued and increased with great vehemence. I prayed for my sixteenth birthday to come quickly. It would be the only way to get away from him.

When it finally came I ran away. I hoped that would be the end of it, that he wouldn’t search for me since he hated me so much. But it was not to be. His desire for control followed me wherever I went. Tired of the chase, I petitioned the court for emancipation and it was granted.

Father was furious, he didn’t like to lose. A few days later the judge was found dead, drowned in the fountain outside the courthouse. Police ruled it a suicide but I knew better.

Putting on his mask of deception, father hosted a going away party for me. As no one knew of my emancipation-father paid a handsome price to keep that quiet-our neighbors assumed I was going away to college. I had always excelled in school, so this role was easy to play.

At the party, father beamed with pride as our neighbors and his friends spoke highly of both him and I.  He was so fake as he smiled and laughed but the mask never cracked. I shuttered in despair, as I played along with the charade. But I kept telling myself: Soon it would end and I would be free.

As the party began to wind down, I took my cue to leave. Father made a cheesy speech about how proud he was of his only child, and our guests ate up every false word. When we embraced, he whispered in my ear, “You’ll never be rid of me. I always get what I want. There will be no place that you’ll be able to hide from me. I will find you!” His threat shook me to the core and I left as fast as I could.

 

*****

Three years later…

It wasn’t after moving ten times in three years that I finally felt safe. Finally settling down in the City of Angels, I started over for the umpteenth time. I went to school and graduated in speedily fashion with my B.A. and Masters.

My nickname was ‘Franco’ due to the class load I took each semester. But I took it all in stride.  Knowing any minute would be my last kept me on the go. There was always something to I wanted to do and I did it. I wanted to live as much as I could because time wasn’t on my side.

Using a pen name, I wrote books which steadily gained in critical acclaim.  For the first time in my life, I felt free. I had a lover and would soon give birth to my first child.

But it was not meant to be.

The trauma of having lived with a monster gave birth to many restless nights. I endured the loss of my child and not too long after, my lover. I knew I wasn’t free.  I couldn’t stand it any longer of looking over my shoulder to see if my father was there.

In the beginning he had looked for me, and on several occasions he had even found me but I had escaped each time. Threatening letters would bombard my mailbox each time I moved, but eventually that stopped and the terrifying creature which was my father ceased to exist in my world. He only remained as a ghost haunting me to no end. It needed to stop, I was slowly going insane and destroying everything that I had built. It had to end once and for all.

I didn’t have wait long.

Everyday my telephone would ring and when I answered the person on the other line hung up. The mailbox quickly began to be full of postcards which had quotes about children obeying and respecting their parents. Leaving my workplace one evening, I noticed a red car following not too far behind my own vehicle. One night, it took two hours to get them off my trail.

This happened for three nights straight and then the day after, my tires were slashed and a message was left in red ink on my windshield which read ‘YOU’LL NEVER BE RID OF ME!’ Shaken up, I got the police involved but it was to no avail. Father can be very persuasive, supernaturally so.  The police retreated back into their cowardly corner from whence they had come. Frustrated and angry, I prepared to take matters in my own hands.

It was time for the final showdown.

*****

The end came on a late Sunday afternoon. Work had ended and as I got into my rental I again spotted the red car. It was him.

Before I hadn’t been too sure but right then I knew it to be true. Wanting to avoid any witnesses, I took my guest on a long drive. Giving my stalker a tour, we drove through the city, the suburbs and finally into the Nevada desert.

Father knew what I was planning and initiated the fight right there on the road.

The red car slammed into my car’s rear and I held onto my wheel for dear life. Trying to keep control of the car, I dodged oncoming traffic, veering in and out of the single lanes on the winding highway. The red car followed easily.

Not wanting to endanger anymore lives, I went off road into the vast desert, picking up dust as I sped on sandy surface. I needed to have a few more moments before the end. Thinking we were far enough away from anyone to notice, I turned my car around to face the dusty path I created and my tormentor.

 

*****

I spotted the red car’s headlights on the horizon. With their fast speed, they would soon be upon me. My heart beat rapidly as I released a huge breath from my lungs.

And then the crash came.

For the first time in three years, I saw my father’s face. Wrinkles and gray hair withstanding, he hadn’t changed at all.  His dark green eyes still had the sly glint as he gave the same disingenuous smile.

As his vehicle careened into mine at full speed, I didn’t fight back. I let him take us further and further away from civilization until it became a small beacon of hope, glowing in the horizon as the sun began to settle for the oncoming evening.

In a flash I returned to the day I was born.

I remembered my father striking the doctor after he delivered the news of my birth and mother’s death. I watched my father’s struggle with the nurse who held me, and his crazed appearance when he overcame her.

Holding my tiny body, our eyes locked as he attempted to choke my barely new life out. Even then I remember being defiant and that angered my father more. If it wasn’t for the doctor knocking him out, my life would had ended as quickly as it began.

*****

Jostled by my own car’s movements, I came to just in time. For we had reached a cliff and my car barely hung by a thread off of it.  Seeing that he required more momentum to finish what he had started so long ago, father backed up. In that moment our eyes locked once again as our trigger fingers dangerously jumped.

Tires screeching, I made my move. Struggling to unbuckle my seatbelt, I kept my eye on the red car. With only seconds to spare, my belt came loose and I dived from my seat. Landing, I heard a crash and then the explosion of the rental on the ground five hundred feet below.

Jumping up, I looked at my father’s car.  It’s tires furiously turned as smoke rose from its hood. The beast growled and snarled but did not move. Cautiously, I approached the driver’s door, only to find the seat unoccupied.

Suddenly, a sharp piercing pain overcame my back and a red stain appeared on my chest and I cried out. Turning around I found the monster smirking at his work. “I told you girl, I always get what I want.”

“Not today!” I yelled, spitting in his face. I kicked him in his balls. He roared as he fell to his knees and dropped the sinister blade from his hands.

Reaching for the weapon, sand stung my eyes and I felt his hands grab my legs. I fell onto the desert floor with him on top of me. His breath smelled like sour milk as he uttered, “No one takes what’s mine. Did you honestly think you had gotten away? I always knew where you were.”

“Liar!” My legs thrashed in every direction as I struggled to get away.

“Oh but I did girlie. Sure I got off track a few times, but deep down I always knew. I scared you a few times and then I purposely took a break to allow you to think you had your freedom. But you never did darling. And you never will!”

To my advantage, the wind blew and cleared my eyes of the sand that blinded them. As I opened them, I spot the weapon a few feet away. With father holding both of my hands, I needed a distraction.

Spitting out a mixture of blood and sand, I scoffed at my father’s pronouncement, which only infuriated him. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You actually thought I believed I was free and clear of you? “Why do you think I brought us out here old man?” Confusion filled his face as I egged him on.

“You thought that everything was going to plan. Huh, some plan. I knew where you were the whole time. What do you think of that? Who’s fooling who now?” I jeered.

A grin breached my mouth as I watched him come to terms with the realization that his prey had turned the tables on him. “YOU LIE!” He shouted as he hit me.

While it had been years since I physically felt his wrath, I handled it as best I could. I needed to so I could focus on retrieving the weapon. “You think you could fool me?” He retorted, as he rained hit upon hit.

I was able to avoid some of the blows. With each avoidance, I squirmed and then crawled towards the knife. Unfortunately, I only made it a few inches before father grabbed my legs and slammed my body back onto the floor.

I wasn’t ready for the rage of blows that came next.

BAM.

“No” I cried, “Please don’t!”

BAM.

“You think you could trap me?” he yelled.

SLAP.

“You always thought you were smarter than me, but you’re not!”

PUNCH.

“You’re nothing but a murderer!”

PUNCH.

“A curse upon the earth! You will obey me!”

BAM.

“YOU WILL FEAR ME!”

SLAP.

PUNCH.

SLAP.

PUNCH.

Sitting up on his knees, he breathed heavily and looked upon his brutal work of art. My head rang loudly and my body shook with an uncanny pain that I had never felt before. My right eye was completely closed and while I could barely keep it open, I was still able to see my surroundings.

With my head still ringing, I focused in on the actions of my tormentor. He began to drag my body in the opposite direction of the car and closer to the knife. “We’re going home and that’s where you’ll remain for the rest of your life.” he wheezed. Throughout his entire life, father kept in shape but his love of cigarettes had weakened him.

But it wasn’t enough.

As he heaved and hoed, I uttered a curse. “What was that?” he asked leaning down by my face. “Fuck you!” I whispered.

BAM.

SLAP.

PUNCH. 

His strength returned and he laughed as he tormented me anew. “No one can have you but me!”

I too found a newfound strength which I used to head-butt my oppressor. As he recoiled from the blow, I grabbed the knife which had been inches away. As I gutted him, he uttered a skin crawling scream.

But again it wasn’t enough.

So I struck him repeatedly, till he cried out over and over again. My ears were closed to his pleas of forgiveness and mercy, and my lips curled into a snarl similar to the one I had seen on my father’s face so many times…

My mind revolted from this satisfaction and I dropped the knife. It was now my turn to be out of breath.  Suddenly the screams and pleas stopped, and I came to. I stared at my father’s body, as blood seeped from it and flowed onto the sand.

He was no more.

I rose from the ground. Viewing the bloody mess before me, I spat and muttered, “Happy Father’s Day.”

Returning to the red car, I gathered any remaining supplies. Then I started the trek along the dusty landscape towards my salvation, the small dot in the distance now glowing in the moonlight.

My life now officially my own.

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Greetings dear readers!

Hope the weekend was kind to you. April has arrived and this month is National Poetry Month (request your poster here) which also means the start of NaPoWriMo. I usually partake in this 30 day challenge, but not this year.  Instead I’m taking a break, I’ll be back next year though.

Instead of a daily poem, I self-published two poetry books that are now available at CreateSpace, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. I mentioned them last month and now they’re here!

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First up is the start of a new series for me titled Acrostic. This book is my first attempt at writing acrostic poems and you’ve got a couple of KPop groups to thank for that. With their many attempts of doing acrostic poetry, I became curious and gave it a try.  It was a fun experience and I hope to write a second entry. Acrostic is available in print and ebook formats. Add it to your GoodReads Shelf.

My second book Thirty Days of Expressive Imagination, is a print collection of my NaPoWriMo ebooks that I’ve written from 2014-2017. This year I won’t participate in NaPoWriMo so this book will take the place of the poems that I would usually write.  Thirty Days of Expressive Imagination is only available in printAdd it to your GoodReads Shelf. 

April’s also my birthday month (psst… gift ideas) so I look forward to celebrating.

Finally here’s a gentle reminder that you have read any of my books please feel free to leave a review.  Reviews are essential in getting the word out and they mean a great deal to authors-especially to indie authors  such as myself. Once again thank you for your support.

Hope you have a wonderful week!

Halloween Short: Blood Moon Love

Happy Halloween! Here’s a new short story I wrote that I hope you enjoy. It’s titled Blood Moon Love. It’s set in the city of Trepidation. If that name sounds familiar it’s because I came up with that city in my first horror short story and flash fiction collection. I hope to expand upon that fictional place in the future.  So enjoy the short story and also remember that my novel I, Darcy is permafree at Instafreebie.com

And now without further ado, here’ s Blood Moon Love:

BLOOD MOON LOVE

Created and Written by T.C. Harrison 

Copyright 2017

BONG! BONG!

The loud organ sound of my doorbell ringing jostles me out of my sleep. I look at my Judas clock and groan. What intended to be a short nap had turned into a rather long one.

I’m running late.

Scrambling to my feet off of my solid mahogany Victorian canopy bed, I burst through the curtains and head towards my walk in closet. As I get dress I hear my butler Fife trudge towards the door of my home, mumbling as he lurches. Thanks to my good hearing, I learned Fife’s fussing about the mistress of the house-me-always being late to events.

I can’t help it, melancholy runs deep through my bloodline, and naps are an excellent cure for it. Besides, I wasn’t that late. It would be hours before the event started, and that gave my date and I ample time to reach Nosferatu Park, which was located on the other side of Trepidation.

In any event, as I put on one of my long, black gothic hobble dresses, the sound of one my creaking doors rang out as Fife opened it. In his own mumbling way, he greeted my guest and escorted them to the parlor where he offered them my special Bitches Brew as they waited my arrival downstairs.

Finished fiddling with my dress, I went into my bathroom to wash and powder my face.  My red lipstick was barely dry when Fife approached the entrance to the master bedroom.  Impatience doused his face as he stood awkwardly tapping his foot.

It didn’t help when I gave him a smirk.

“Mistress…”

“I know Fife, I’m running late. But not to worry we’ve still got plenty of time before the event begins. I’m almost ready, just need to grab my coin purse and then we can be off. Is the buggy ready?”

“Yesss…”

“Good!” I slipped on my Mary Janes and grabbed my coin purse off the coat hanger. “I’m ready to go. See it didn’t take long.”

“Mistress…”

“Okay Fife, okay. Let’s go we don’t want to keep our guest waiting any longer than they ought to.”

Fife and I took the lift and made our way towards the parlor. Upon entry, we spotted my guest in the middle of helping themselves to another cup of Bitches Brew. I greeted them as Fife got me a cup of the brew.

“I must say Ceto this brew is most exquisite.”

“It’s good to see you Gyeong.”

“And you my dear. It has been too long since our last meeting.”

“It’s hard being apart. I’m glad we’re able to be together for this event.”

“Indeed.”

A human, Chwe Jake Gyeong also had a supernatural bloodline courtesy of his father. A direct descendant of Dangun, the founder of Korea, Gyeong’s DNA contained the blood of Dangun’s mother-Ungnyeo-and his father-the divine king Hwanung-flowing through his veins.

Gyeong ’s mother hailed from the human city of Chicago and met his father while he visited the windy city on a business trip. A year later they married and moved to Korea where Gyeong was born. Gyeong followed in father’s footsteps as an architect and has become successful in his endeavors.

We embraced for a little longer before Fife uttered a mumble. “I know Fife, I know.”

While I finished up drinking the brew, Gyeong  took his pocket watch out and glanced at the time. “We best be off. The roads will become crowded soon.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Fife lurched ahead of us and led the way to the stable where my buggy was parked. Gyeong flashed a smile as he saw the vehicle. “We had so many adventures in this contraption of yours.”

I nodded in agreement. “Yes the memories are coming back to me now.”

Fife opened the door for us and as we sat waiting for Fife to start up the buggy, Gyeong and I held hands and snuggled up close together. “My dear Ceto, oh have I’ve missed you.”

“Every now and then I get a bit lonely when you don’t come around as often as you used to Gyeong.”

“I apologize, it’s my work. Our wretched projects keep me away from you.” The buggy lurched backward as Fife started it up. The buggy was a landau, a type of four-wheeled, convertible carriage.

The buggy was unusually big for the type of buggy it was as it could fit a total of eight individuals. It also didn’t require horses to drive it-though they could still be used-since it was built with a steering wheel and two pedals-one for breaking the other for moving. There was also an emergency brake handle.

In the history of Broom-Hilda Manor, no one had ever named the buggy so it was simply just called the buggy. Granted, the buggy was old and had its own personality. It had been in my family for centuries and passed from generation to generation. Rumor had it that one of my great-great-great aunts had designed it themselves and added special features that made it stand out amongst its peers.

Once Fife maneuvered the buggy outside into the courtyard and out into the part brick part dirt road that led from the manor, we were on our way.

*****

While part of Trepidation, Broom-Hilda Manor is an hour away from the city itself. Our journey still had another hour to go in order to reach Nosferatu Park. Upon merging onto the ramp entrance to Karloff Highway, the buggy came to a sharp stop.

“Mistress…”

“What is it Fife?”

I looked to see that we weren’t the only travelers making our way to Nosferatu Park for the big event. Traffic was back up for miles. “This is my fault I shouldn’t have overslept.”

“Now not to worry, dear.  Surely you remember our road trip to Dracula’s Keep a few years ago?”

“Ah yes! I almost forgot! Fife, pull the lever if you please.”

“Yes mistress…”

Once Fife pulled the lever, bat wings emerged from both sides of the buggy and we flew over the traffic. Soon we be at the event with time to spare.

Or that’s what I thought until an officer of the TPD pulled us over. The cop flew on a broom and announced their presence by swerving right in front of us. Thank the gods Fife’s an excellent driver or we’d be in more trouble than what we were already in.

“Mistress…”

“Be a good boy Fife. Don’t bite the officer. Let me do all the talking okay?”

“Yes…”

Fife pulled down the buggy cover and only softly mumbled to himself about being even more late than we already were. I smiled at the stern human officer whose mouth didn’t move a muscle.  “Good evening officer.”

“It’s always evening in Trepidation, so skip the pleasantries. Where are you headed in such hurry? Flying through traffic is not allowed.”

“Why Nosferatu Park of course. We’re attending the big event that’s being held there.”

“What event?”

Their questioning confirmed my suspicions, this cop was a newly Trepidatician. Gyeong groaned in frustration. “I can’t believe this. Why everyone knows about the event!”

I patted his knee. “Quiet love.” I turned back to the officer. “It’s apparent you’re new here.”

Embarrassed, the officer blushed. “Why yes I moved here from the east coast.”

Fife mumbled as Gyeong scoffed. “Of course they’re an easterner, of course.”

Patting my lover again on the shoulder, I spoke hoping to diffuse the situation. Our time was getting short and it was essential that we reach our destination. “Now dear, it’s not their fault that they’re unaware of our celebrations. Trepidation’s an enormous place, much bigger than any of the big cities in the east. One would think that you would understand these things.”

Gyeong bowed his head. “Mine apologies.”

Gyeong ’s apology softened the office and most of the tension left their body. “I also apologize. You see I’ve only lived here for three days, been on the job for one. Folks told me Trepidation would be different from any other city on earth, I just didn’t know how different.”

I nodded, understanding the officer’s predicament. “There’s nothing wrong with being different. I like our city’s uniqueness.  My family’s lived here for generations and they’re one of the oldest families that live here. The city’s always changing, if you think it’s strange now, you ought to have live here a hundred years ago, why I can’t begin to tell you of all of the unique and out of this world that occurred back then.”

The officer’s eyes widened. “You mean you’ve lived here that long?”

A laugh escaped my mouth and with a wave of my hand I dismissed the notion. “Oh no. I wasn’t around then but I’ve heard stories from my mother and my aunties. Plus. if you visit the Trepidation Museum of History, you’ll learn much about the city’s rich and unique history… but I digress. In any event-”

“Yes in any event, we have an event we need to get to.” Gyeong interjected.

“Ah yes the one at Nosferatu Park.”

“Yes, yes. You see as Lady Ceto explained to you earlier, her family is one of the oldest in the city and if she’s not at the event, attendees will be disappointed. You see we’re running late and in hurry.”

The officer’s eyes widened with understanding. “Yes well, I suppose I can let you off with a warning but you can’t fly to the event. It’s hazardous. We’ve already had five accidents, hence the further traffic delays.”

“But-”

“It’s okay love. We understand and we thank you for giving us a warning.” I shot my lover a look and he withdrew from protesting any further.  The officer wrote up the warning and handed it to Fife.

“Here you go. Have a nice day-uh, I mean evening. I should have stayed in New York.”

Fife didn’t utter a word but gave the officer a quaint smile as Gyeong and I waved at the officer. “You too officer! Don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it.” After receiving a call from dispatch, the cop mumbled curses under their breath and set off towards the new traffic delay far behind my buggy.

“Fife you know what do to do.”

“Yes mistress…” Grinning, Fife started the buggy back up and we were on our way again, flying over the traffic invisible to both those sitting in traffic and any cops along the way.

****

We arrived a Nosferatu Park with minutes to spare. Fife dropped us off and went to find a place to park, mumbling as he went about the lack of parking.  While Nosferatu’s not the biggest park in the city-as it is set on nine hundred acres-it is Trepidation’s oldest. A five thousand feet deep lake accompanies the park and is actually a sinkhole that’s fifty feet deep.

With only five minutes before festivities officially began, the park was packed with Trepidaticians and visitors. While it could accommodate a thousand beings, the Nurmi Amphitheater was filled to capacity, so attendees who couldn’t find seating had to sit on the grassy knolls surrounding the amphitheater.

Packed places aren’t my forte but with Gyeong at my side, I felt at ease.  Our reserved seats were in the middle part of the amphitheater. Due to my event duties, we had to separate.

Leaving my lover to find our seats, I pecked him on the lips. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Knock them dead, lover.”

“Half of them already are.”

Making my way up the steps to the stage, I heard my curmudgeon of a butler lurching to where Gyeong sat. Fife had been with my family for five generations, just as his father and his grandfather before him. He was not only my butler, but a trusted friend.

Despite his constant grumblings, I could always rely on him.

You would think living in this strange city filled with a bunch of weirdoes, that one wouldn’t feel like an outcast. Yet here I am exhibit A.  Being born into one of the oldest families meant certain expectations are to be met. But when you’re not a pure blood like myself (I’m half human, half Trepidatician) and you have other dreams that you want to fulfill instead of what your family wants you to well… let’s just say it makes me the black sheep of the family.

Despite his generational loyalty to my family and knowing what they expectations of me and assisting in meeting those expectations, Fife has always encouraged me to go out and do things that I want to do. He understands me in ways the majority of my family save my mother and my great-aunt Vivian do.

That’s partly why I’m here tonight.

While attending the special event is part of my family duties, I’m also here for a personal reason… Gyeong. I’ll get to that in a few. Right now, let’s get this family duty out of the way shall we?

*****

“You’re late.”

“I know father.”

Father hailed from a great line of vampires and was never ashamed of his ancestry. The line he hailed from were barbaric in ancient times, but eventually through a series of great leaders they managed to become a peaceful race who controlled their thirst. Father’s family often looked down on other lines of vampires that were more savage in their bloodlust.

Father’s dark brows burrowed in frustration against his pale skin. An even-tempered man, he rarely got angry. Unlike other people, father’s anger wasn’t something that most people feared. It was disappointing him that scared people. And I’ve done it often.

“Ceto I know you dislike partaking in your family duties, but this event is very important.”

“I know father and I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know why I agreed with your mother to let you live at the manor instead of taking up residence in the city. You could have a nice penthouse.”

“Isn’t that part of my duty, to care for the manor?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to live there. I’m surprised it hasn’t come falling down like the house of Usher.”

“Oh father, you shouldn’t say that! Broom-Hilda Manor is the heart and soul of our family.”

“As is this event, child. In fact, without this event you wouldn’t even exist. Don’t you see-“

“Ah Ceto, you’re here!”

“Hello mother.”

While human, Mother’s side of the family had supernatural abilities that ran through their bloodline. It was part of the reason why father courted her during his Kephaar as a young man.

The Trepidatician version of the Amish Rumspringa , Kephaar is a rite of passage that all Trepidaticians between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one undergo. They leave our city to acquire some experience and knowledge of the non-supernatural world. In some families Kephaar’s also the time for courtship and finding a spouse.

All Trepidatician families’ preference is for their offspring to marry another Trepidatician. If not than the second best thing would be to marry a being from another supernatural city. The third and final option would be to marry a human and pray to the gods that they carry supernatural abilities in their bloodline. Needless to say marrying a human is the worse option and most parents would prefer their offspring to remain single than make this choice.

Some families will disown their children, thankfully my father’s parents were/are open-minded and gave their blessings. While not fully understanding what they were getting into, mother’s parents also gave their blessing. Growing up, my father would always tell me that he married my mother because of her supernatural bloodline. That may have been the case when he first started courting her, but I know for certain that he married her because he loved her.

Sixty-five years later they’re still going strong and are parents to their only child, me.

Mother hugged me so tight that my face was nearly buried in her black and white streaked hair.  “Your father and I are glad you made it. Aren’t we dear?”

Father pouted.  “Of course, but would it kill her to be here on time? She knows how important this is.”

“Again father I apologize. I took a nap for my melancholy and overslept. Then on the way we got stopped by a human officer.”

“My poor child. I’m so sorry.”

Melancholy runs on my mother’s side.

Father ignored it. He never likes to think about the weaknesses I’ve inherited from my human side. Instead focused on the cop. “Stopped? Why they must be new.”

“Yes. Moved here recently and been on the job for a day. Poor thing’s not used to Trepidatician ways yet. I explained the situation to them and they gave us a warning. There were more important things grabbing their attention.”

“Such as?”

“Too many traffic accidents. Karloff highway was packed. Gyeong reminded me of the buggy’s wings so we were able to avoid traffic and make our way here safely.”

“And we’re glad you did, aren’t we dear?”

“Of course, of course! I’m glad our only child’s safe. But she-“

“That’s enough Leonard.” My mother’s voice was stern. Whenever she used that tone, father listened. She looked out at the crowd and waved. “Why I see Gyeong and Fife down there. Why don’t we go chat with them before the event starts?”

“Alright.”

Mother pecked me on the forehead. “You’ll do great Ceto.”

“Thank you, mother.”

Father gave me a hug. “Just do your best okay?”

“Okay.”

“Come on Leonard!”

“I’m coming, Arivle, I’m coming!”

Father took hold of my mother’s hand and escorted her down the amphitheater’s steps. As they made their way to where Gyeong and Fife, father would glance up at me with worry on his face. Each time mother would scold him. He hoped I wouldn’t disappoint him.

I hoped I wouldn’t either.

****

It was still overcast as the event got underway.

“Good evening my fellow Trepidaticians. I’m your MC Raymond. Welcome to the 200th Blood Moon festival!”

Good old Raymond. You could always count on him to be a great host for any kind of festivities for the living or the dead.  His mockingly sardonic voice and tongue-in-cheek style were always a hit. And he didn’t disappoint as he told the tale of the festival’s origins.

“Two hundred years ago on this very night, a legendary vampire came to this very spot and started to build a village. A village that would eventually become Trepidation City.”

The audience leaned in as they held onto Raymond’s every word. “Now when I say legendary vampire, most of you might probably think I’m referring to Dracula.”

A cheer rose from the crowd.

“Ah you poor unfortunate souls. You must be the millennials I hear about.”

My father and some of the elders nodded their head in agreement while the audience laughed.

“How wrong you all are, for the legendary vampire I speak of is Nosferatu. I’m afraid he doesn’t get the credit he deserves. Dracula sucked all of it from him. Heh, heh, heh.”

“It was Nosferatu who started Trepidation and it was on this very night when the Blood Moon was in full display. Needless to say it’s hard work starting a village. But don’t worry, Nosferatu had help. The settlers provided him with food, clothing, and shelter. It was a most bloody affair. Heh, heh, heh.”

The crowd roared with laughter.

“But that’s enough of my talk, let’s get on with the festivities hmm? First up a speech from Mayor Bates!”

As the middle-age man with streaks of grey hair approached the podium, the audience gave him a tepid welcome.

While he was a nice man, Mayor Bates wasn’t well inclined to politics, he just wanted to make the city a better place. If it wasn’t for his wife and secretary Miss Brandis, he wouldn’t have been mayor for the past twenty-four years. With Miss Brandis doing the heavy lifting and Mayor Bates being the face of her actions, everything in the city of Trepidation had ran smoothly since he took office.

That is until very recently.

Someone or a group of people wanted Trepidation to go in a new direction. Thanks to their influence, there had been a serious of scandals and even attacks that had placed citizens on edge in recent months.  Mayor Bates and Miss Brandis had a hard time restoring order and the faith that our citizens had placed in them. It was as if their actions were being undermined. Mayor Bates’ sixth term was coming to a close and unlike his previous terms, someone was running against him. That someone was rich playboy Bram King.

A direct ancestor of Dracula, King is very rich and can pull a lot of strings in Trepidation, the kind that can cause trouble for those who oppose him. Bram has a different vision for Trepidation, one that sees that the rich stay in power as the corrupt continue their evil plots. He also has a thing for me which isn’t something I’m interested in by any means.

I’ve got Gyeong after all.

Once the mayor finished his speech, it was Bram’s turn at the mic, followed by a few representatives of the city’s council. The council’s made up of descendants of Trepidatician families whose ancestors were the first to settle in the city. Hearing speech after speech was intriguing, because while I was somewhat aware of the tug of war for Trepidation, I didn’t know how serious it had become.

Family duties aren’t my cup of tea but as I sat there listen to each speaker, I knew why what I was going to do next was important to my father. With the last representative took their seat, Raymond introduced me.

It was now time for my speech.

Each year during the Blood Moon festival, a descendant of Nosferatu delivers a speech. Like Kephaar, this also was a rite of passage. In some ways, it was more important. What was said in the speech had an impact on Trepidaticians going forward.  While my family didn’t run the city, we still had a profound impact in how it was run and how it was viewed by its citizens and outsiders alike.

Basically I couldn’t screw the speech up.

“Please welcome our honorary guest and direct descendant of our city’s founder Nosferatu, Lady Ceto Orlok!”

As I rose from my seat, an applause went up as most of the crowd stood on its feet out of respect for my bloodline. I shook Raymond’s hand and stepped up to the skull podium. Glancing out into the crowd, I gave my parents a knowing nod and they responded in kind. Fife gave a thumbs up, while Gyeong blew me a kiss.

After the applause died down and the audience took their seats, I took a breath and began my speech.

*****

My fellow Trepidaticians and guests from the outside world, I want to you a cold welcome to the Blood Moon Festival.

Two hundred years ago my ancestor Count Orlok also known as Nosferatu, came to this place and began what would become one of the most terrifyingly beautiful cities in the world.  Trepidation is home to a diverse group of beings-supernatural, paranormal, preternatural, and human-who strive to live in harmony with one another. That was Nosferatu’s dream to create a place for us all to live in peace.

While there have been trying times in the past and as we face current issues in the present, we continue to move forward, keeping Nosferatu’s dream in mind to make a better place not only for ourselves but for future generations. One way we can accomplish this is to treat our all of our citizens with respect and dignity. This does not just apply to those who were born here. It also applies to our citizens who have travel from other places near and far.

Seeking to achieve his dream, my ancestor made the decision to leave the only home he had ever known, a small village in the region of Transylvania near the Carpathian Mountains, to move here and achieve his dream. As a direct descendant of an immigrant, I know how important it is to support those who come from far away to live in our great city.

As with all things there are those who wish to do harm to our fair city and its citizens by inciting tactics to divide us. Previous generations have encountered this before and as we deal with it now-for hate never sleeps-like our ancestors we must fight against it and persevere. The future of our great city depends on the course of action that we choose.

Let us choose to take a stand against the hate by embracing and accepting our differences. Let us choose to protect and defend our neighbors from those who seek to harm them. Let us choose to take the course of action that creates a better future for all our citizens.

Unlike those who live in the human world, Trepidaticians view the Blood Moon not as an omen but as a sign for love and renewal. As we celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trepidation’s founding, let us renew our love for our city and all of its citizens.

Please enjoy the rest of the festivities, thank you.

*****

My speech received a standing ovation from most in the crowd, including my father. Relived to see that I had not disappointed him, I returned to my seat on the stage. A few of the representatives eyed me curiously and Bram smiled at me in a way that made me uncomfortable.

With the speeches done, it was time for the fun part of the festival to begin. Soon the clouds would part and the Blood Moon would reveal itself. Anticipation was high and the excitement was building. It was Raymond’s job to keep the crowd’s enthusiasm up and he did just that with his jokes, antics, and the special lineup he had booked.

As Raymond introduced the Oogie Boogie band to the stage, the speakers and I made our way down the stairs and into one of the nearby tents. There we gathered to drink the symbolic Blood Moon tea as well as make room for uncomfortable small talk.

Bram spoke first. “As we await this year’s Blood Moon, let’s give a toast to Lady Ceto for her inspirational speech!”

“Here! Here!” Mayor Bates cheered. Clanging our cups together, we then took a sip of the special brew. “What type of blood is in this?” one of the representatives asked.

“O+.” An employee from Elphaba Café answered. The café was catering the event this year. “So exceptional.” Mayor Bates commented.

Bram rolled his eyes in disgust at the mayor and then quickly brought his sickening gaze upon me. “Lady Ceto you look exceptionally beautiful this fair evening.”

“Thank you Bram.”

I moved away from his swift embrace. He was always trying to court me. As I moved he did also, matching each of my movements with his during the course of our brief conversation.

“I thought your speech was inspiring.”

“Yes, you stated that already.”

“Have I stated my feelings towards you?”

He moved in for a kiss but I ducked out of the way.

“Repeatedly. But as I’ve made known already, I’m spoken for.”

His eyes changed from the lustful black predatory eyes to a blazing red. “You’re still with that architect fellow?”

“His name is Gyeong Jake Chwe and he’s the love of my life.”

Bram’s red eyes softened but his anger remained. “Ah, yes I remember him now. Quite an architect, but doesn’t his work keep you two apart?”

“Yes, quite often.”

The predatory eyes returned. “Then you must be so lonely at your ancestral manor.”

“No, Fife is there with me and so is my hellhound Boomer.”

“Ah that accursed dog.”

“You still have a grudge towards him?”

“He did burn me after all.”

“But it was an accident and it happened when we were children.”

“Yes, yes. But getting back to you. Why do you love this man, this architect? He’s not a Trepidatician, nor does he come from a strong supernatural bloodline.”

“Humph.”

“What my dear?”

“You called my speech inspiring, yet you didn’t hear a word of it.”

“Oh I heard every word.”

“Then you understand why those two things don’t matter to me.”

“Yes, I see… but still, why not be with someone who has everything you could ever want or need? Why not be with me?”

Bram inched in closer towards me, but I couldn’t move. Like his ancestor, he too possessed a powerful hypnotic ability. If he got close enough his power would overtake his prey. I had fallen victim to his hypnotism once before as a teenager… I did not want to go through that again.

As if they felt my distress, a shadow overcame us.

“Oh look here comes Old Man Victor! I bet he has some interesting story to tell us.”

A descendant of the Hunchback of Norte Dame, Old Man Victor was a friendly easy going hunchback. He was one of the few representatives from the Trepidatician council who’s been on it the longest. Thus he’s seen many things during his tenure, so naturally whenever a situation presents itself, he has a story to tell.

“Hello children.”

“Good evening.” I curtsied.

“Hello old man.” Bram was gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold back the infamous fury that his bloodline was known for. While he didn’t like the interruption, respect was an important part of Trepidatician culture and politics. Too disrespect a Trepidatician elder especially in public would be disgraceful.

“Lady Ceto, what a momentous speech!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I haven’t heard a speech that good in years. In fact, the last time was back in 1932. Let me tell you about it.”

“That’s very interesting, but Lady Ceto and I were having an important conversation, weren’t we? Ceto? Ceto? Where did she go?”

“Humph. Guess your conversation wasn’t that important. Now onto my story.”

“But sir!”

“Don’t worry lad, it won’t take but a minute to tell.”

With my family duties out of the way, I excused myself from the small gathering and made my way over to Fife.

*****

Fife greeted me at the edge of Lake Orlok where the grassy knolls came to an end. “Mistress…”

“I know I’m late. But wasn’t my fault this time. Bram was bothering me again and if wasn’t for Old Man Victor, I might have been hypnotized.”

“Mistress…” Fife gave me a hug. He beats himself up about the hypnotizing incident. He feels it was fault that it happened. Ever since then, he’s been somewhat overprotective of me.

“I’m okay Fife. Now where’s my lover.”

Fife’s frown turned into a smile as he pointed towards the little dock that anchored the bat gondola-style boats. Only one boat remained tethered there and I gave Fife a knowing smile. As we made our way over, Gyeong stood up in the boat and waved.

“Ahoy there my fair lady!”

“Ahoy my dear gentleman.”

Upon reaching the boat, I fluttered down into it. Gyeong took my hand and kissed it.

“My lady.”

“What fine boat you got here.”

“Why thank you. It was one of the last available for use. We were lucky to get it.”

“I’m glad you were able to. I’m sorry for my lateness. Bram cornered me, but Old Man Victor came over and I was able to escape.”

Gyeong’s face clouded. From the moment he met Bram seven years ago, both men disliked each other. Bram didn’t think Gyeong was good enough for me and hated that he had ‘stolen’ me from him. Gyeong on the other hand, disliked Bram for the very principles that he stood for. One time, they had almost come to blows and if it wasn’t for Old Man Victor, things would have taken an awful turn.

“Good ol’ Old Man Victor, always interrupting at the most appropriate times.”

I nodded. “Sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose.”

“Perhaps. But we can ponder on that another time my dear. Tonight we celebrate the Blood Moon our third anniversary.”

We held each other tightly as Fife steered our boat away from the dock and further out onto the lake where our fellow boats were. Each boat stationed itself on what the riders thought would be the best spot to gaze up at the moon.

“Five more minutes.”

“Indeed.” Gyeong fidgeted with something in his pocket.

“What’s the matter? You appear nervous all of a sudden.”

“Ah, I have something to ask you.”

“Well ask away.”

“I will. We’re not there yet.”

“There? What are you talking about? Oh…”

Suddenly the memories of when Gyeong and I first met flooded my heart. It was seven years ago this very evening. I had grudgingly come along with my parents to watch one of my cousins make their speech at the festival. It wasn’t a memorable speech but my relative made it work.

Afterwards as I made my way towards the dock Gyeong and I bumped into each other. We sat on one of the grassy knolls for about an hour and a half locked in conversation. He had wanted to take a ride on the boat but he didn’t want to go alone. I volunteered to ride with him and we’ve been together ever since.

“Here we are. Fife please anchor the boat.”

“Oh Gyeong!”

“Do you remember?”

“Yes, this is the very spot where we saw the Blood Moon together for the first time.”

“Indeed. And now my dear, I’ll ask my question. For seven years we’ve been together and I know it’s been hard on both of us for many reasons. All the while we’ve endured and our love has grown even stronger.”

Gyeong then bent on one knee and calmly pulled out a black heart-shaped box. “What I’m trying to ask you is,” He opened the box to revel a purple opal ring. “My dear Ceto Orlok, will you marry me?”

“Yes Chwe Jake Gyeong, I will marry you.”

We held each other in a deep embrace as we kissed. As we did so, the clouds revealed the Blood Moon and all was right in our tiny world. With reveal of the Blood Moon, Nosferatu Park was filled with celebration as fireworks lit up the sky and Trepidaticians everywhere cheered. Casper and his fellow ghosts flew across the lake as we looked on.

“Happy Blood Moon my love.”

“Happy Blood Moon Gyeong.”

We’re set to marry next year on the Blood Moon and I invite you dear reader to attend the festivities. Who knows, perhaps you’ll find your own Blood Moon love.

 

Excerpt: I, Darcy Chapter 1

In honor of my first novel I, Darcy being released, here’s the first chapter for you to enjoy below.

Order your copy here.

I, Darcy

Written by T.C. Harrison

Copyright 2017

“unbeing dead isn’t alive.”

― e.e. cummings

1

“Dammit.” I whispered, looking at the digital clock on my wall, which read 6 a.m. I cursed the clock and got out of bed.  Sleep’s one of the few joys I in my life, and I never had enough of it. I glanced up at my Sailor Moon Crystal calendar that hung from my bathroom door and groaned.  Three more weeks remained before Thanksgiving break, plus today’s Monday which meant Vamp Day.  I groaned again as I entered the bathroom and began to get ready for school.

Every Monday, our local ETF police-the Eidolon Task Force -made unannounced visits to the homes of eidolon residents. They take blood samples from us and our human relatives, hence why we prefer to call them vamps. The official reason quoted was to “watch and prevent further spread of infection,” but it’s a way to keep eidola in line. You either ‘volunteered’ or risked being taken away for weeks or months at time and that depended on who performed the checkup.

Many vamps were okay and treated us eidolon folks well enough, others… not so much. A lot of times, people in authority aren’t responsible with the power given to them… but such is life. My mother gave birth to me and I do everything like a living person, yet I’m still treated as a monster.

A lot of times I’m embarrassed of who I am, of what I am, and I know I shouldn’t be. Every time a human eye looks at my discolored brown skin, I’m reminded I’m what they fear the most.  I’m a mistake, a look-alike-of the human form who wasn’t the real thing. According to society, we eidola are disposable. To them I Darcy Mary Elizabeth Munroe am the monster that they see on TV shows, books, and films brought to life.

Finally dressed, I gazed at the mirror and sighed. Today I wore my favorite tattered Warhol Lewis “Bites Back” shirt over my short black and silver puffy Lolita dress with my black platform boots.  Only my thick curly black hair needed to styling so I ran my comb through it and rolled it up into a bun with a silver band. I gave one more glance into the mirror and sighed, thinking to myself:

But if I’m a monster, why don’t I terrorize them the same way that they terrorize me on a daily basis? Why don’t I make inhuman noises as I walk? Why don’t I rip their flesh apart and eat them?

“Darcy, breakfast is ready!”

My mother’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. “I’ll be right there!” As I headed downstairs I thought to myself: Just because they say you’re a monster doesn’t make it so.

When I entered the kitchen, my Step-Dad Eric greeted me. He took a mug from the top cabinet above him and said, “Morning Darcy, how are you?”

“Fine.” I pulled out a chair and took my seat to eat. “Where’s Mom?”

Please ignore the shirt.

“She’s at the bus stop with the twins.” Eric nonchalantly poured coffee into his mug, his back turned towards me.  Trying to keep him from noticing my shirt, I gulped down my food. “Are you ready for school?”

“Yup.”  I sped ate what remained on my plate.

Don’t look at the shirt.

I didn’t want to argue. Mondays weren’t a good occasion for that. But on weekends I can leave the house for a while and return right before curfew starts. But I knew one was coming as soon as I placed my dirty dishes in the sink. I made feeble try to exit the kitchen and avoided eye contact with Eric who zeroed in on me. But before I could even step into the living room, he stopped me.

“Hold up Darce.”

I froze in my tracks.

Epic fail.

“What?”

“You’re not wearing that shirt.”

Hesitant, I turned halfway towards Eric. “Why?”

“You know why.” Eric didn’t approve of me wearing clothes made by Warhol Lewis. A renowned and controversial fashion designer and artist, Lewis got infected in an accident and became an eidolon reanimate. Nicknamed the ‘Ghost of Magneto’ for his views, Lewis wasn’t a purist. Unlike them, Lewis didn’t want eidola to use humans as a food source. Like purists, he wanted eidolons to use any method necessary to get our equal rights, including resorting to violence. I didn’t agree with everything Lewis did or said, but his words resonated with many of our kind and he became an influential ally.

When he was alive, my Dad-an eidolon reanimate-thought Lewis was a hero, while Eric didn’t. When he died, Daddy bequeathed many of his belongings to me, including the shirt I was wearing. As I grew up and heard my Dad’s beliefs, I adopted many of them, which didn’t sit well with my parents.

Turning to face Eric, I felt defensive as I spoke. “What’s the issue?”

Flabbergasted Eric answered, “It’s not something you should wear.”

“Why shouldn’t I-”

“Because he promotes violence.” Eric became frustrated as he tried to stay calm while I became even more annoyed. I looked towards the living room hoping for Mom to come in and end this.

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does.”

“Can you understand that he speaks out how I’m treated?”

Eric sighed. “I’m trying to hon, honest.  I’m worried for your safety and that of the twins… can’t you understand where I’m coming from on this?”

He always made it about himself, and his attempts to understand were half-assed, I was so sick of it. Getting angrier by the minute and determined to leave home wearing my shirt, I countered. “Yeah, I can see you’re more worried what your parents and the people who fear me think.”

“Darcy.”

Before our disagreement could continue, the front door slammed shut announcing Mom’s return. Relieved, Eric gestured at her, “I’m sure your mother will agree with me on this.”

Mom strolled into the kitchen wearing a yellow shirt with grey jogging pants, her black curly hair rolled into a bun. She got a mug from the cabinet above Eric. She looked frustrated as she did so, and didn’t notice the standoff between her husband and child.

“The bus driver was late again. Aside from traffic which rarely happens around here, he has no reason to be late.” Both Eric and I remained tense as Mom poured herself a cup of Joe and continued. “He’s got a problem with eidolon families. Every morning he says something snarky to the kids. I’m going to report him.”

Mom sorted through a stack of coupons as she sipped her coffee while the face-off remained at a standstill. “Are you ready Darcy? How bout I drive you ther-” Mom turned towards me, glanced at my shirt, and disapproval filled her face.

“I told her it’s inappropriate.”

Mom nodded her head in agreement at Eric’s comment, “You need to find something else to wear Darcy.”

Dammit.

I looked at my parents in shock and noticed Eric had his “I told you so” look planted on his face. It consisted of a smirk that proclaimed he was victorious. Of all the things, she sided with him on this wasn’t one of them. She knew how important Daddy’s belongings were to me. Eric had finally gotten to her.

“Why?” I persisted.

Concerned, Mom answered, “It’ll cause trouble and I don’t want you to get hurt.”  She’s so bloody overprotective.

Angry and defiant, I shouted “I won’t get hurt, it’s a statement and I want to wear my shirt. I will wear it.” Eric didn’t take my reply too well as he’s so used to me accepting defeat.

Not today Satan, not today.

He shouted back, “You will not be disrespectful to your mother or me. You’re not going to school with that horrible shirt on and that’s final.”

Extremely pissed, I shouted back at my parents who were in pure shock at that point. “IT WAS…MY FATHER’S! YOU DON’T…UNDERSTAND ME! YOU DON’T WANT TO!

 

 

Force Friday II: A listing of all of my Star Wars themed posts

Here’s the list:

A Poem for the late Carrie Fisher

Black History Month Spotlight Infographic: Black Star Wars Characters & Actors

Musings of a Blerd: Awesome Star Wars Books: The Perfect Weapon

Musings of a Blerd: Awesome Star Wars Books-Star Wars: The Force Awakens Incredible Cross-Sections

Musings of a Blerd: 12 Things Learned From Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Free ebook: Passage To Valhalla: NaPoWriMo 2017

Greetings and happy Tuesday to you!

So once again I managed to complete the NaPoWriMo challenge from last month and once again, I’ve got a free ebook for you to download. This year my NaPoWriMo poetry ebook’s titled Passage To Valhalla: NaPoWriMo 2017. Feast your eyes on the cover:

The ebook will be free forever and is available for free download on Smashwords and Barnes and Noble. I hope you enjoy!

NaPoWriMo 2017: Days 21-24

Written by T.C. Harrison

Copyright 2017

XXI.

Pachinko

Large quiet greedy

Feline who rubs

Their constantly shedding

Orange fur onto the

People they love.

 

 

XXII.

So I see you’re

No longer single.

I should have

Suspected the two

Of you were

An item, the

Clues were all

There in that

Press interview ya’ll

Did for the

The third film.

It was just

Like Tom and

Taylor at the

Met Galley, we

All knew those

Two would be

Together. Though I’m

Happy for you

I’m also crushed

Cause you know

You’re my bae

But since there’s

A tiny chance

In hell that

I’ll ever meet

You and even

A speck of

Dust chance that

If I ever do

We’ll become an

A couple, I’m

Going to wish

Both you and

Sophia the best

Of luck and

Try not to

Ball my eyes

Out at the

Same time.

 

 

 

XXIII.

I’m so sick

And tired of

You my dear

Storm, you’re

My first and

I’m grateful to

Have you but

Your damn quirks

And annoyances are

Giving me a

Bloody headache and

I tire of going

To the dealership

That is so far

Away from my

House only to

Find out that’ll

Cost two arms

And a leg

To fix whatever’s

Wrong with you

And that’s after

I pay the

$99 diagnostic fee…

Suddenly all of

Those calls for

Trading you in

All make sense

Now…

 

 

XXIV.

It’s been a

Year since you’ve

Left us and

Ascended into the

Purple rain

It’s been hard

There’s barely any

Musical geniuses left

And the artists

Of the younger

Generation hardly show

Any promise and

I wonder will the

Music die?

But then I hear

Your voice and

Know that no

Matter what this

Thing called life

Brings, the music

Will play on and on

Thanks to the

Awesome DJs in

The big purple

Sky