A Month Ends and A New One Begins

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What a weekend and what a month!  This one has been exhausting to be sure, but that is not too unusual I suppose. The tricky thing with this month has been that it was a tease. It felt like this was supposed to be the month where things leveled off, but that was so not the case. The further along the month went the more chaotic it all became.

This past weekend we started the Fall Tournament for Iredell County (which SISA is participating. We had to miss Connor’s first game because it started at 5PM in Mooresville. Continue reading “A Month Ends and A New One Begins”


100-Word Challenge, Day 200

I sit down at the table that had been bolted to the floor and wait. To most people a room like this would be extremely disconcerting, but I see it as a blessing, a quiet, well lit place in which I can gather my thoughts. I try to think of things I know or make up that would be useful to Hitaratsu, but I couldn’t think of anything beyond some petty blackmail. There were the events that set us on a run in the first place, but that was something I wanted to keep very close to my chest. Besides, most people would never believe it anyway.

100-Word Challenge, Day 199

We get to a rather non-descript door which Parker opens up then unceremoniously pushes me into the room. The walls and lighting match the hall, but here there is an imperfection in the gleaming white hell they’ve created: a partial globe of gleaming black glass tucked into one of the corners. As if on cue Parker says, “it’s a camera. I’ll be watching, so don’t try anything stupid.”

“Don’t worry Parker, I’ve used up my quota of stupid for the day.” Not my wittiest retort to be sure, but I am starting to think that coming in here was dumber than facing Albert’s goons.

100-Word Challenge, Day 198

Parker marches me back through a metal detector, which the handcuffs set off, so he has to stop and wand me. Finding nothing else he pushes me through a non-descript door off to the side. The room beyond is bright and reminds me of the antiseptic feel of a hospital. The walls are white and slick looking, the floor is a seamless looking white linoleum and the ceiling is much like the walls except for the inset fluorescent lights. All in all it makes me think of a place that could be easily cleaned in case of a mess, like someone accidentally bleeding all over the place.

100-Word Challenge, Day 197

“You are a funny kid,” says the man holding the gun, “but there is not a chance in hell that the gun goes down.” He stares at me, gauging me and what I’ve said. I can see the thoughts rolling through his mind, not literally, though that would certainly make things a lot easier. “Parker, take the funny boy here back to the holding room while I make sure everything here is copacetic.” Another one of the heavily armed men placed a pair of cuffs on me and dragged me back to whatever passed as a prison cell for them.

100-Word Challenge, Day 196

I raise my hand and say, “because the men outside work for Albert and I am more useful to you alive in here than I am dead outside.”

The barrel of the gun eases away from my head and the voice says, “turn around, slowly.”

I do as he says and find the barrel of an oversized revolver pointed straight between my eyes about six inches from my face. “I don’t suppose you would put that down would you?” I ask, not really expecting him to lower it, but I am reaching for something to say that backs up my claims of usefulness.

100-Word Challenge, Day 195

The revolving door suddenly stops moving with an audible click. A half-dozen heavily armed men rush up to the entrance and stare down my would-be assassins. My heart breaks for the people bleeding on the sidewalk, but I can’t help them so I hold it inside.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t shove you out that door and let those men fill you full of holes.” The words are accompanied by the press of cold steel against the back of my head. “Don’t make me start counting.” The voice is deep, but crisp, like the speaker had studied diction in college.