You're welcome! Maine Coon are very large cats, the perfect guardians. I read somewhere write what you know, although I do not entirely agree, I know about talking to myself. I do that a lot.
Thank you Carlos!
The Land Rover reminded me of my 1979 VW Bus. *sigh* When they go the way of all cars, they take a piece of us with them, at least those with names. Thanks for this story, Sasha. I can't say I enjoyed it but I loved reading it. It made me feel alive.
I enjoyed the story and loved reading more about those two. I guess not only love is blind but the eyes of the overworked too. I'm glad they worked it out.
I love this sentence, it sums up everything that happened nicely. How you correlated the the preparation of meat, and the neurological reaction of anger to the anthology theme was really great and unusual. The little view into a better future for Marc was the icing on the cake. Irri is right, this is one of your best stories.
What a nice surprise! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the blog yesterday. Thank you to everyone involved, it looks really good.
And tonight I can finally start with A...or R?
I'm glad you liked Toto and Plato as I took my own cats as role models. And although it was more important they found love, I prefer to believe in the same out come as you.Thank you for your nice comment, Gene!
I'm glad you enjoyed the story, Damy! 'power - lost or gained - in not whats important here' Yes that's exactly what I wanted to convey with not writing about the result of the bonding. Thank you!
When I write a story for the anthologies, I sometimes try to do things a bit different, test things out. After the introduction of the characters and their general situation, this time I wanted to set mere spotlights on conversations and events that helped their relationship to progress. So you're right it looks a little like a sketch of a story, but was meant to emphasize on the events.Thanks, Puppilull.
November 24th
Max sat in his car, watching white flurries gliding down the windshield, melting into drops of water, only to freeze again on the cold metal. The lights of the streetlamps blurred as the snow came down harder and harder. He didn’t want to go outside, but when the cold crept up his legs, the dying snowflakes rapidly lost their fascination in favor of the promise of warmth at his apartment.
That and Aristoteles and Plato are probably wondering where the heck their can opener is.
S
Every night since the first day of December, Max's cat Aristoteles comes home with a blue, velvet pouch around his neck. Who is the person behind this special advent calendar and what will happen on Christmas Eve?
I am impressed. I'm not saying you're right, nor am I saying you're wrong. This just is a very well-grounded, thought out analysis. And I totally agree with you on the last sentence.Thank you so much, Tim.
You made me laugh...'suck all around'? I had to think of 'Christmas is all around you', that song sucked too.This Jonah couldn't talk to Ren, a later Jonah...maybe.
Thank you, Chezakeeba!
Who’d have thought I’d get dumped on a holiday by a cross-eyed nerd like Peterson? Only me.”
Yep, that disappointed me too. But then I thought, he is allowed to be bitter. Peterson's behavior was beyond shitty.
Did anyone else think the whole outing Chat thing looked staged? Or did I miss something?
Anyway, Wes and Angus... Yes!
You're amazing Irri! I thought I knew what you would say and then you're saying something completely different! I full heartily agree with you: Poor Jonah.
Men trust their ears less than their eyes (Herodotus)
In Rick and Matteo’s backyard again
My hands ran over the sun-warmed tabletop, blindly following rough lines forged into the wood by wind and rain. The crooked branches of the old olive tree above me creaked. The laptop was open and ready, cursor blinking at the right spot; everything was waiting for me to finish. But I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t.
I could hear the clinking of dishes back in the kitchen. They were preparing the food