Tag: Rummer John

“Did you bring rum?” The Rummer’s voice brought my attention full to the fire. The prairie scrub around us was dry and brittle. The slightest movement raised puffs of dust. I never tried ‘bringing’ a bottle. I called to mind one of my favorites, a strong dark rum with a distinctive bottle. I closed my…

My dreams were one part dead sleep, one part someone painting my face, one part Mother issues, and many parts indulgent and unrepentant snoring. No intrigue. No chess. No explorations. Just me lying at rest, while [redacted] hummed happily to himself drawing on my skin. “You are still not of my number. You never will…

While I did indulge in Roman Tea yesterday afternoon, I made sure to be sober long before bed. I was feeling quite apprehensive about dreaming. A little chat with Sir Nathaniel, a little chuckle over the image of a turtle with a top hat. A little hugging and abiding with Head In Chest. He still…

Shit. I just realized who hijacked my ass in day before yesterday’s dream. All I remembered of him were a few key symbols, and I couldn’t understand why I had no sense of panic or wariness. He did apologize for intruding, then said it was of the utmost importance I accompanied him. Of course, he…

“What’s this? You’re planning something in my honor?” I had just closed my eyes for five hot seconds. I should be completely alone. And yet, I’m not surprised to hear the Rummer’s deep voice. He does love to ambush me after all.

What was supposed to be indulgent escapism is manipulated. Weaver brings the dream to a halt and uncovers the interloper. A dodged issue is confronted.434 words.

“You don’t even know what a pair of crossed keys mean, do you?” He held up my glass of rum and swung it gently before me. “I know a few interpretations, but they are other people’s words. I don’t understand them.” I knew better than to take the glass away. I would wait for him…

Weaver holds the toy of an adult. Is she mature enough to keep it?322 words.