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The solemn procession from London to St Peter’s Abbey took forever, but I was in high spirits and good company as I walked behind the Kings who rode seven-abreast ahead of me. Tens of thousands of cheering English citizens lined the route to see me following behind the seven Kings. My wives, my mother, and King Edward’s wives rode in carriages behind me, my personal banner flying proudly from the carriages my wives and mother were riding in.
Aside from embroidering the dresses my wives were wearing, the embroiderers had been busy creating flags for the carriages. Two flags similar to my battle banner had been crafted. The symbols of my troops in the corners had been replaced by the red rose of Lancaster, the white rose of York, and the two crouching leopards of Normandy. The fourth corner was empty. Two additional flags had been crafted exactly the same as the first two except the fourth corner contained a sword behind the Plantagenet shield--a red shield with three crouching leopards. Immediately after the ceremony, the flags would be switched, and the original two would later have the fourth corner embroidered.
King Edward’s armorer had also been busy, and King Edward presented me with a brand new proofed chain mail shirt and a beautifully engraved sword. He insisted that I retire my father’s sword and use this one, as it was one of the finest in Europe. His wives had a coverlet made to wear over the armor with my new flag embroidered on it.
The ceremony itself was long and tedious and I was immensely glad when it was finished. Seeing my beaming wives and mother in their matching green silk dresses made it worthwhile, though. Finally back in the castle after the ceremony, congratulations were offered by the hundreds of nobles and guests there, although several of the English nobles didn’t seem very sincere. I made a mental note of those.
That night, while we were recuperating, Mei’s mother Gia gave me a small bamboo tube filled with a black powder of some sort. With Gisela translating, she explained that since I was now responsible for the King’s son, she wanted to help make sure the King lived a long life. The tube was filled with ground up charcoal and I should give it to the King. If he ever felt symptoms of poisoning, he should mix it with water and drink it, and the poisoning should go away over a few days. I’d never heard of such a thing, but passed it on to King Edward anyway. Since then, Gia has made many more of the necklaces, usually with a small glass bottle instead of the bamboo, and King Edward’s wives and mine all wear one every day.
Four days after the ceremony, my troops and I accompanied Count John I when he sailed from London for Holland. We landed near The Hague. I had been surprised to learn that the constitutional capital was Amsterdam, but the cities of Leiden, Delft, and Dordrecht had forced the government center to move to the new city of The Hague. So much political power in the hands of the cities did not bode well for political stability in the region.
Two days after arriving, we moved everyone and everything associated with the government back to Amsterdam, putting the bullying cities on notice. With a long parade of wagons, the trip took two days. We passed by Leiden the first day, watching warily for any signs of aggression. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t try anything alone, preferring to get help from the other big cities we had also slighted. Word had already reached Amsterdam by the time we arrived, and the city was in a festive mood.
While John set up the new home for his government, with lots of enthusiastic help from the locals, we set up our defenses, sure that there would soon be a military challenge. Rolt and Echeverz surveyed the surrounding area, determining possible attack routes and strategies. Our scouts covered all potential routes to the city--including the sea to the north. If they tried that route, they would be in for a rude shock. One small, maneuverable boat with twenty archers aboard could put four hundred burning arrows into any ship in a very short time. Ru concocted a powder that would burn rather than explode. Wrapped in cloth around the shaft of an arrow, the fuse could be lit, and the burning arrow stuck into the wood or sails of an enemy ship. Rolt’s men had six thousand such arrows with them, enough to put a serious dent in an enemy fleet. Each of our scouts had another gift from Ru--an eighteen-inch long wood cylinder reinforced with sinew. The center had been hollowed out, leaving a plug in one end. From the tube, a paper-covered projectile could be fired into the air, bursting high in the sky, alerting people for nearly ten miles and definitely giving us time to prepare for an attack. Ru explained that these were similar to the fireworks used for celebrations in China.
Most of our preparations were for an attack from the south. If necessary, we could easily shift to the east or west. An attack from the north--the sea--would be their worst choice because of the time required to debark their troops. With the ten-mile advance warning we would have, we could meet them and pick them off as they tried to land--if their ships got past ours.
A week later, travelers arriving in Amsterdam were talking about troops moving north. Some travelers warned of troops moving from Rotterdam and Delft to Leiden while others spoke of troops moving from Dordrecht towards Utrecht. The tactic actually made sense--a two-pronged attack from the southeast and the southwest. I wondered if there was going to be a third prong, one meant to be a surprise, possibly a delayed sea invasion once we were involved with the attacks from the south.
John was ready to send out scouts dressed as travelers to check the rumors when Rolt rode in. “There are about six thousand troops coming up from Leiden that should be here before midday. They have about two thousand cavalry, a thousand crossbows, a thousand spearmen, and two thousand swordsmen. Another four thousand troops are marching from Utrecht and should arrive tomorrow evening. They have about one thousand each of cavalry, crossbowmen, spearmen, and swordsmen. No fleets have passed by within sight of the shore of the North Sea,” he reported. Assuming that their attack was scheduled for two days from now, a fleet still had plenty of time to get here.
I rode with the Demons that night as we approached the camp of the Leiden troops. We had Twitchy, one of Sniffy’s numerous offspring leading the way.
Rolt already had advance scouts hiding in the area prepared to take out the sentries. A thousand Iberian cavalry rode right behind us, finally splitting off to ride wide around and then behind the Leiden troops. While they got into position, the Demons began picking off sentries, slowly working their way closer to the main camp.
Much later, I was high in a tree when the fireworks began. Having gotten close enough, the Demons threw twenty grenades into the tents and area where their archers were sleeping and ignited one of their wagons of hay. All too soon, my allotted twenty-five arrows were gone. Following Rolt’s orders, I joined the other Demons and quickly slid down my rope and ran for our horses. As I was sliding down the rope, I heard the baleful Demon wail from the bagpipe player. Even knowing what it was, it sent chills down my spine.
The last few archers lit the rest of the hay wagons on fire, leaving the Leiden camp a confused, frightened, bloody, burning mess. I found out later that twenty of Rolt’s men had a special clawed tool made for them. Many of the sentries who were killed with arrows had afterwards been “clawed” across the neck, face, or chest, making it look as if they had been killed by a wild animal. The demon wailed several more times before we finally reached our horses. By then, the Iberian cavalry had ridden through the edges of their camp letting the Leiden troops taste the cold steel of their swords and picking up hundreds of deserters as prisoners. With as much damage as we inflicted, by far the worst was getting away with or driving off most of their horses. Their arrival at Amsterdam wouldn’t be nearly as grand without Knights leading the parade seated proudly atop their prancing horses.
The mood was jubilant when we returned with shouts of “Hunters returning.” I quizzed Rolt and he explained that shouting “Demons returning,” might upset the locals. Mindful of the French attempt to repay our surprise attack with one of their own, we doubled our sentries while the rest of us slept.
Grinning, and with his face still stained by red clay he’d used, Rolt reported again just after noon the next day. They had lined a section of the road the Utrecht troops were using with larger than usual grenades and set them off while their archers were passing by, injuring, and killing hundreds of them. Seeing a small cadre of only a hundred or so of our mounted archers dismount atop a small rise in the road about half a mile away, their cavalry had charged, only to be annihilated by those same hundred bowmen before they could get close. When the front row of charging horses went down three hundred yards short of their goal, the horses farther back fell over them or stopped, and were easy targets.
While the Demons slept, we prepared for battle. Our scouts reported periodically and seemed to concur that the army was pressing, trying to get here well before dark. I guess they didn’t want to chance another night attack by the Demons, and hoped to force a battle this afternoon. By midday, there were still no ships visible aside from the occasional trading vessels. Of course, there could always be troops aboard those trading vessels, so our scouts continued watching, and searched each vessel that docked.
Rolt and company left shortly after lunch. Considering the condition the two armies were in, I went out to meet them with only a thousand mounted archers. The remainder we kept in reserve for any surprises. I figured that, with fewer than two hundred cavalry to face, and with less than a thousand crossbowmen to face before there were only spearmen and light infantry, a thousand archers should be more than enough. Besides, half of the opposing forces would be exhausted from the daylong forced march and from not getting much sleep last night. They would also be demoralized already. Five hundred more archers were inside the castle and a similar number of our Iberian troops were protecting John. The remaining archers, along with the remaining Iberian cavalry were mounted, ready to go where and when they were directed. Our sentries manned four towers on the walls, one facing each direction. Each tower had one of Ru’s warning signals should they spot another approaching enemy column.
We chose the bank of a canal to face them. It left a very large meadow in front of us to give us nearly a thousand yards they would have to cover once the attack started. If they attacked from two directions, Captain Allen would direct three hundred archers to face the smaller Utrecht army and I would face the Leiden army with the rest. Half of the Iberian cavalry was positioned just outside the city walls to sweep down on them, either to help us if we needed it, or to round up the survivors after the battle.
By the time the battle commenced, Rolt and his men should be in the woods a mile or so behind the enemy lines, and would use one of Ru’s warning signals to alert us if the enemy was planning something sneaky like not bringing up all their troops right away.
While the two battered armies tried to coalesce into an organized unit, one rider headed for the center of the meadow under a flag of truce. Considering what happened last time, I was glad I’d worn Mei’s paper armor again, this time over the new, proofed chainmail given me by the King.
The man was scowling contemptuously when we got close. “What manner of evil sorcery gives you the power to unleash the unholy creatures that attacked my men last night, and to direct lightning among my troops from a cloudless sky? I realize that I will die out here today, but I would rather die killing a vile heretic sorcerer than live in fear the rest of my life,” he shouted reaching for his sword and charging me.
I also reached for my sword, an action I’d performed thousands of times in practice. Usually in practice, when blows were exchanged, we used wooden swords or swords that hadn’t been sharpened yet. I had occasionally used my father’s sword to practice specific maneuvers, but had never used it in battle--until now.
I realized as soon as I gripped the handle this was not my father’s sword; it was the sword the King had given me. Aside from being slightly curved and a little lighter, though, it was a sword, and I raised it to block the one just starting to arc downwards towards me.
The two swords met about a foot from the hilts, but rather than the satisfying, reverberating ring of metal against metal, the clang was somewhat muted as my blade sliced through his and the tip of my sword caught his right shoulder. “More vile sorcery,” he shrieked, sure he was mere moments from death.
“You are as stupid as you are brave,” I yelled as I sheathed my sword. “Have you never heard of Damascus steel sword blades? Do you think the King of England would send the newly appointed Regent for his son into battle with anything less? Do you think the Ghost of Lancaster would arm his cavalry with anything less?” I asked, motioning to the waiting cavalry in the distance.
“Have you ever heard bagpipes being played poorly? That was the demon screams you heard last night. Your men who look like they were clawed were clawed with a steel tool crafted to look make it look like an animal had done it. They were clawed after our archers killed them. The explosions were a new weapon we learned about from a tribe of people living below the Sahara Desert,” I lied, not really wanting to share the secret by telling people it came from China.
“There is no sorcery involved, and the only profane or sacrilegious thing here is you leading a treasonous attack against troops of the King of England, now the rightful Monarch of the Counties of Holland, Zeeland, and Flanders.
“Count John asked of his own free will to be annexed by Normandy, and King Edward and King Philip both agreed. France, England, Castile, Portugal, Denmark, Scotland, and Sweden are all allies now and have recognized each other’s borders and have agreed to come to each other’s aid if attacked,” I said in a condescending tone.
“But you have broken the agreement with the cities and moved the capital back to Amsterdam,” he countered angrily.
“An agreement forced on the Count by the cities involved. No city will tell the Grand Duke of Normandy or the King of England what to do, and if one tries, that city will quickly become a charred pile of rubble,” I threatened.
He fumed about what I said, but I saw the wheels turning. “You saw what only a hundred archers could do in a short time last night. Imagine what a thousand of them can do in the time it will take your men to cross the field to reach them. The last time someone tried, nobody made it even halfway--not even the cavalry. I even have another fifteen hundred archers waiting in town in case they are needed, and another twenty-five hundred cavalry. Are you going to condemn every one of your men to death by attacking us? You have almost no cavalry, and your crossbow archers are useless against us.”
While he nervously considered my words, I decided to demonstrate for him. “Motion for your men to move away from the blue banner and I will prove to you how futile an attack is,” I said, pointing towards the banner of one of the cities.
He looked back and forth between the banner and me several times. “That’s five hundred yards!” he gasped.
“I put an arrow through a man’s head at four hundred yards in the dark and the rain. This bow is even better than the one I used then,” I countered. Deciding to see if I was lying, he motioned for the men to move. They obviously weren’t the brightest lot and it took him several tries before they got it. After we dismounted, he watched as I strung my bow and took out an arrow. Taking barely a heartbeat to aim, I released the arrow, followed rapidly by four more. In less time than needed to draw a handful of breaths, I put five arrows in the ground mere inches from the pole holding up the banner.
“Do you have anyone who can hit me from there?” I asked. Slowly, he shook his head no.
“Surrender or bloodbath?” I offered gruffly.
“Surrender,” he said quietly, all pretense and bluster gone.
“Please wave the white flag in the direction of my troops so they will relax. Then ride back and order your men to lay down their weapons and walk out here to where we are now. Any man with even a skinning knife or a sharp stick in his possession will be killed immediately so tell them to check carefully,” I ordered.
“What will happen to us then?” he asked solemnly.
“Most of the peasants will probably be sent home. The rest of you will be held until the King decides what to do. Fortunately, he’s been in a very good mood lately.”
Silently, he turned and headed for his lines, shoulders slumped in defeat. Not wanting a repeat of last time, I started towards my lines by backing my horse up for several steps before finally turning him around. I still kept looking over my shoulders until I was comfortable that he wouldn’t turn and charge me. Only then did I wave my sword in a circle over my head, a signal to the Iberian cavalry to begin the roundup.
Echeverz galloped over to me for any final instructions. I told him to send the peasant spearmen and light infantry home with enough food to get them there. The remaining prisoners would build a wooden stockade and rudimentary huts to stay in until word came back from King Edward. All weapons were to be loaded onto ships and sent to Rouen along with the horses we captured. Horses and weapons would be divided later with every member of our troops who attacked the Leiden troops last night getting a horse. All the troops currently here in Holland would get a choice of the captured weapons. The Iberian cavalry and the archers in the city were to ride south and were to split up, leaving eight hundred men to guard each of the five cities. Nobody was to leave those cities until we arrived to arrest the families of the leaders of the revolt. No ships were to leave until they had been searched thoroughly for weapons, contraband, or passengers.
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Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...