pictures of you

Views seen from my days and walks and from my past married life 

Cat hiding in the bush

Royal Oak from my Volvo

Clawson Michigan in front of my gym “Burn” by where I worked 

a favorite 

Playground 

the house across our parking lot as seen warming my car

Crooks Road Royal Oak by our place 

train trellis on the way to my husband’s work

I adore daisies 

 

go straight three miles until Woodward and a right to the art shop

Royal Oak Michigan

our old favorite walks 

this was just a block from where we lived 

Michigan Ren Fair

he gave me flowers—yes and there’s Wavegirl hanging up 

Rochester Hills Michigan 

My first place after Chris:

Berkley Michigan 

such a lady, was my calico Fluffy with her giant thick tail and giant paws and Maine Coon ears

the Garden of Brass grows 

 

The Hardcastle’s pond

 

Electra writes

“on one hand, there is affirmation that my wild fears were accurate and not wild imaginings of a conspiracy theory about what would happen on November 2024  but ….”

   ….silence—and pause 

“Jörn’s government has ‘called’ him back indefinitely… so I find myself alone and back at the penthouse of Ethan Rhys Jones, my dna multicultural late dad’s, and obsessively thinking while searching for answers to anything that gives any value as to why I ever was thrown upon this course and why …I even am; exist

“I could either return back to the barn house which is close to Canada by minutes or ….

“Or…. 

“Organize everything that I so far know….

 

I beg your pardon. I fear I have lost my appetite for spy stories and war games. The James Bond appeal seems from a bygone dream 

so I shall dream another dream 

somewhere else

“Don’t evade the question, Bran. Why now after so much time?”

but he doesn’t answer for awhile. 

we fall silent. 

Then he says after a long sigh,

“I don’t know.”

“Rather ….answer me this, why did you go back to Clair? Why did you really? I never asked you and you never explained it to me and at the time I just assumed you just didn’t really love me….didn’t love me enough….just didn’t love me, it was just a wild fling, then, wasn’t it?”

“No—that’s not it,” he says in that dry voice  

“Oh it doesn’t matter —only why do you worry if —I don’t matter, not enough—not to actually have you make room in your life for me….”

“It was not that—it was me….Beth, if you must know, it was because I was just a coward.”