Disjointed Feelings

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.


As I returned home, I was stunned to see that my house was full of lights and sound of merriment. The wedding that had called me away scarce had as much excited activity. It had only been eight days or so but even from the road, I could see the house was much more complete. Not only that but wreathes, leaves and other decorations to celebrate the fall lined the front door and windows. A mound of chopped wood lay stacked against the side and I smelled comfort in the smoke drifting out of the chimney.

It was nice to see people again and even though I recognized a few faces from former partnerships; former lives, I didn't engage. It occurred to me that I'd definitely need more room to accommodate future travelers? Guests? Flatmates? Unless these folk had presently finished construction on the back of the house, we'd have to move vertically. Downstairs were floors and floors of dusty doors that I hadn't checked yet. It was dark down there, and I didn't fancy myself much of an explorer. Every home kept secrets.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Oh, I see what you did there. It will be a castle one day. Castle F.

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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

One brick at a time.

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