Book: Black River (2016)

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It’s so warm today, I feel so cosy and warm today, like a mommy spider wrapped up in her nest, just whiteness and fabric, fuzzy silk. I’d like to stay in bed all day today and I would if I didn’t know better, but I have a job to do.

Hey who are dese guys? Hey dese guys are crazy but I like ‘em. I like dese guys, dese guys are my guys. My disguise.

Heads bob and tilt on the street below my window and I smile down on them from above, bestowing a blessing while I sip my tea. Mmmm, bed was so good today, this morning. It’s so strange that some nights you can’t sleep at all but then in the morning you don’t even want to get up because it’s so comfy. Did you ever notice that? Isn’t that funny? But last night I slept like a sweet little babe so I don’t even mind that much. But gosh, what I wouldn’t do for another hour beneath those warm fuzzy sheets…

I’m walking the streets and I push my glasses up my nose and through the glass I see a little old lady, just a sweet old gal, walking towards me and I flash at her a smile so warm and beautiful and bright that you can see her own face take up the brightness and light up herself and you can just tell that I’ve made her day, this bright, intelligent handsome stranger walking the streets in the bright spring morning. It really makes me glad to be alive and I actually even continue thinking about her for a little while before my thoughts go somewhere else and then I’m there at work and it’s time to go in for another day and begin again.

 

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