ilsa rabia

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I have 4 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
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The Runaway

Soft, sparsely grown flaxen pyramid pointed the way to her Treasure... ...a treasure oft stolen, mis-spent by an unlawful caretaker. Loss. The girl-child, whose very spirit though broken and eternally wedded to this treasure, fled the caretaker's compound. In a desert of fear and shame, she was quickly lost in an uncaring world that had no soul. This desert had first entered her long ago though”years before the time of her first-blood. For she had seen but nine winters when first initiated into the ways of an adult (aahh, the storyteller is crying now).

Mr. Sam

Everyone knew Mister Sam. If you went to the Mall, you've seen him outside, but never in. If you had reason to go by the Safari Club during the day, you saw him outside”a seemingly permanent fixture sitting in a chair, leaning back on two of its legs against, his tree. The Rescue Mission, have you been there? If so, then across the street in that little stand of trees (it's fenced now to keep them out), Mister Sam could be seen shootin-the-breeze with the fellas, while waiting for the evening meal to be served. And yeah, if you saw him walking real slow on either 77 or Harrison avenue with his head down, don't worry, he wasn't sad, he was just lookin' for stuff. If you knew your way around the streets, you not only have seen Mister Sam, but you've spent some time with him. He had a good ear for listening and sound advice to help keep you out of trouble. He also had a way of seeing right through false bravado”he knew we were scared.

Companion to the Night

Awake, Dreams reluctant, lose their hold. Quietly, I slip my bed” Stepping outside, The Night, ink-streak'd black 'n bruised I'm alone. So very alone, In a sleeping world Gentle breeze kisses my cheek

antiseptic chateau

antiseptic white tiles hide beneath lush padded carpet that makes no sound. so many doors, so many rooms, so many souls that share my chateau servants we have 'round the clock uniformed white with pastel colored