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When are you coming home?

A text message I never received an answer to. I only wanted to know so I could prepare accordingly. It was his birthday; I wanted to surprise him. I had it all planned out. He would come home, I’d welcome him with kisses, listen to his day. Then we’d go somewhere nice. One of those fancy places that charge a huge chunk of change for a small serving of food. Then we’d go to his favorite park, stroll for an hour or so. Go home. Maybe have some fun if he was up to it. A nice night.

After an hour, I assumed he was busy with work. After two, I grew antsy. He was normally good about responding. Three hours rolled around. I occupied myself with laundry. Then it was time for him to be off. No call or text. Even when he went somewhere with his buddies, he always let me know. I gave him another hour.

Nothing.

I tried calling him. It only took him twenty minutes to get home. And that was with traffic. The phone rang and rang until the voicemail answered. I left a cheery message. Maybe there was a wreck. Another thirty minutes passed. Where was he? My worst fear crossed my mind. Was he cheating on me? I couldn’t subside the feeling. He had to be cheating on me. It was his birthday. He would do what he wanted. That had to be why he was ignoring me. I left another voicemail. Told him I was worried that I hadn’t heard back from him. Told him I loved him.

The only woman he talked about besides me was my friend Carla. Who was conveniently single. Oh, that good-for-nothing, two-timing…. I calmed myself. There was no proof he was with Carla. Not yet. I quickly put on my shoes and grabbed my keys. I’d go to her house. If he wasn’t there, she could comfort me, give me advice. If he was there…I wasn’t thinking about that scenario. His phone had to be dead. There. That settled it. But I was still going to Carla’s. I opened the front door.

The tree in front of our house was so beautiful. It stood tall and strong, tested by many winds. The bark was rather smooth. Leaves full and vibrant green. It was one of the most magnificant trees I had seen. But something was different this time. Something was…off. Then I realized.

My husband dangled from a branch, hung by emergency jumper cables he kept in his car. My keys fell to the concrete porch. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Faint sirens blared from somewhere in the distance. There may have been neighbors yelling. I couldn’t tell. Somehow, my feet took me to him. His lifeless eyes drilled into my soul. Judging me from another life. All I could muster was why. What would drive him to such lengths? Swallowing, I noticed a piece of paper in his left hand. I took it. The sound of the unfolding deafening everything. On it were six simple words:

You never gave me a home.

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Reflections

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Lily and Friend

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Pretty in Pink

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Marina’s Song

When the full moon rises
And the tide is high
We’ll be rid of guisses
Victory is nigh
As the raging sea churns
Secrets come alive
Soon you’ll see water burns
Only strong survive

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter

Sirens will have full reign
This soon all will see
Time will prove once again
Surface dwellers flee
To waiting depths below
Waves swallow you whole
No story to be told
Not of young or old

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter

Your bodies to us bring
Then the sea will sing
Of all the hearts on strings
Such beautiful things

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter
Come with me


The Magic of Music

The music store door opened with a pleasant ding of the entry bell. Marina entered with a smile, her sun-kissed skin glowing in the noon sun. A quick glance affirmed she was the only customer at the moment. She sauntered to the sole employee polishing electric guitars. Delighted to see a man. Clearing her throat, she adopted her sweetest voice. “Excuse me. Could you help me?”

The employee rose. Completely enthralled by the woman in front of him. “Certainly. What…what can I, uh, find you?”

She smiled. Pulled herself onto the counter and coyly crossed her legs. Mini-skirt providing very little coverage. “I need the highest quality microphone you have.”

He was at her feet. “We have several types. Are you wanting–”

“Shh.” She placed a finger over his lips. “Spare me the details. Bring me the best one for picking up multiple voices and tranferring them to a video.” Mouth open, he nodded and did as he was told. Her turquoise eyes watched him. “What’s your name, lad?”

“S-Slash. That’s what they call me, at least. Y-you?”

“Marina.”

“How aquatic.”

She scrunched the back of her sun-bleacahed hair as he returned with her request. “It is. Tell me, Slash, would you like to know why I need this?”

“Yes.”

Her lashes batted. “My sisters and I are making a music video. You can find us on YouTube under Marina and the Sirens. We’re uploading at midnight tonight. Would you like to hear a sample?”

He nodded more enthusiastically.

Sliding off the sales counter, she carressed the side of his face. Eyes swirling like the Bermuda Triangle. Then she began her song.

“When the full moon rises
And the tide is high
We’ll be rid of guises
Victory is nigh
As the raging seas churns
Secrets come alive
Soon you’ll see water burns
Only strong survive
Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold you hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter
Come with me…”

She drew out the last note for more effect. Slash had been entranced, hanging on every syllable. Her eyes continued glistening. “You will give me the microphone. Say your counts were off. You will scrub any security footage of me. You will remember nothing. Except that a little birdie told you of my group. And you will convince your friends to watch our video at midnight.”

“Yes, Marina.”

“Excellent.” She grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him passionately. “Now go.” One last nod to her commands. Her eyes returned to their normal color. She took the box. Smiled again at the door’s ding. With graceful ease, she slid into the car she sung off a man three weeks ago. The surface world was so easy to manipulate. She pulled out her phone. Dialed one of her sisters. “Put me on speaker.”

Marina watched the still spell-induced man inside. “Listen up, sisters. We have eleven hours to be ready. I have the microphone. I’ll pick up the last bit of items we need. Practice the song. At midnight, we’ll upload the video so everyone in the world can hear it. When they do, they’ll be under our control. We’ll lure them all into the oceans. We’ll take back what is rightfully ours. The oceans will be filled with bones once again. Spread word to all our sisters. Victory is nigh. We’ll show them the true magic of music.”


Sketches for Horus

Horus the Eye Collector is a character in a novel I’m currently working on. He’s rather…estranged….


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