I saw her again, the avatar. Garbed as a swashbuckler and lovely beyond reason. In the company of the dread pirate, a man I come to find was a knave of the blackest stripe.
The pattern appears and the players are drawn along its shattered axes. The foil shows herself, drawn to me, as she always is. I’m so fucking weak. Lonliness sapping away all my brave plans.
But now my understanding of the pattern is more complete. I should be able to recognize the cycle immediately when it starts again, not halfway through the dance, when it is too late.
Strange but true: I found you while engaged in a pastime I call “fantasy shopping.†Led here I began reading and felt compelled to let you know I couldn’t continue long. Not for lack of interest, but for feeling guilt (evil Catholic vestige!) over somehow intruding more intimately than a stranger should. So here you have it. A sincere compliment to your candid writing — certainly among your comments this can’t be the strangest. 🙂
Allow me to wave my magic scepter and absolve you of any guilt. 😉 I put my writing out there for people to read, so you aren’t intruding.
So how does “fantasy shopping” work? Do you go to eBay and search for “Excalibur” or “time machine”?