VI Almighty blonde Acheron like an archaic tautology, the gateway to the Underworld, with all its strength and length, commands all other rivers to stop painting their life on earth and below. Dry riverbeds bemoan as water hardly trickles like a slow drip ceasing slowly as the dreams halt midway. Silence substitutes the memory of sunlit dusks arduous solitude reigns over the orphan dream of the seed which never sprouts. Stillness, anger, inertia and the commencing Death. Only Death smiles and enters with grandiose fanfare.
Hercules Irascible beast born executioner to face Poseidon’s spread evil that sprouts into the sea for memoirs will be written only on the edge of the sword that cracks the cheekbones of the night like walnuts. Castles of the night will fall like trees anatomy lesson on the body of the deed poisoned by his own hand his final chiton he put on like the lion of the desert puts on its bandolier
She sat down on the sofa and stretched her legs out in front of her. Actually, it did feel good to rest. She had been a little tired and weary in the last few weeks, but she knew it was only because her body was going through hormonal changes. Dr. Rosthern had pronounced her perfectly healthy. Stifling a yawn, she glanced at her husband. “What did your mom say when you told her we won’t be with them for Christmas dinner? Was she very disappointed?” Morley looked up. “She said she understands, and she figured we’d be going to your folks this year. And Mom and Dad won’t be alone all day. Aunt Peg and her two daughters will be there for dinner.” “And we’ll go over in the evening after you’ve done the milking?” “Of course we will, hon. I told Mom that, and she’s okay with it.” Tyne yawned again, then getting to her feet, she went to stand behind Morley and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “And you, my dear husband, will be taking me Christmas shopping in Medicine Hat tomorrow, won’t you?” He tipped his head back to look at her. “Whatever happened to shopping from Eaton’s catalogue like my mom used to do?” Tyne wrinkled her nose. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re past the middle of the twentieth century. Besides that, I love the excitement of Christmas shopping in the city, the store windows all decorated, and Santa ringing his bell beside the Salvation Army kettle on the sidewalk.” His eyes were full of laughter. “I hope you’re not disappointed then. We’re going to Medicine Hat, not Calgary.” “Same thing – you’ll see.” Tyne bent her head to kiss him lightly on the forehead. “Now I must get my beauty sleep if I’m going to be at my shopping best tomorrow. Don’t be long, dear. Let’s finish the tree tomorrow night.” Morley smiled as his eyes followed her progress up the stairs. The town of Medicine Hat almost lived up to Tyne’s expectations. The windows were decorated, carols were playing in the stores as well as on the sidewalks, and a fresh fall of snow during the night had left
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