A Poet’s Tale
Poetry is pure, raw, emotion. The poet reveals their most secret self. They rip themselves open, spill their own blood and write with it. You read a lifetime of a poet's work and you have read their soul.
Poetry, like a tree, has many branches. It's the rose of love, the thorns of hate. It's the warmth of fire, the freeze of ice. It's the blue skies of hope, the storms of grief, the sunshine of joy, the deepest oceans of depression.
Sometimes, I want to ride poetry's magic carpet forever, drifting between the lines of rhymes, metaphors and profound symbology. Other times, I want to grab its neck and choke it.
Poetry is sweet torment & masochistic torture. Poetry hurts. But it's worth it because, poetry is everything and everywhere. Poetry is soul.
Pleasure and Punishment
If I let him come any closer, I might explode. He holds all the power, all the cards. He knows this, it's his game and I'm just a player. I know this, yet I let him come inside. I want something to happen. My gut says he's dangerous. The stars say, run away. Yet I play his game. His fantasies are my fantasies, his thoughts my thoughts, we are ying and yang. A perfect compliment, but an explosive disaster. I question his motives, and I question my motives. Am I being honest if I say that this isn't serious? Am I lying to myself to protect my heart? He wants a casual relationship, an open relationship, a swinging relationship and I say I do, too. But I'm not sure if I mean that. I don't want to lose him, but I don't want to miss out on this adventure either. Our year long friendship turned into dirty late night story telling, has morphed into something I've never experienced. We decide that our friendship is strong enough and decide to test the waters.
"Rules", he says. "We have to have rules so that we are both comfortable".
"Like 50 shades rules", I say.
"Well those too, obviously. But rules for who we see, where we see them".
Neither of us have ever been in a relationship like this, but we've both researched it and found that it is definitely something we both desire. Talking about our expectations turns me on, and he knows this. We decided to not touch each other for 30 days. The 30 days was to make sure we were both on the same page, and to strengthen our relationship while we made plans to move forward as a different kind of couple. We knew it was rare, what we wanted. We made it well over a year as best friends, so the anticipation of our sexual conquests will either be a bust or the biggest bust both of us have ever had. I'm hoping for the latter.
His hand brushes my bare thigh when he reaches over to grab the iPad off of my lap. I quiver, and goosebumps fill my body. My nipples get hard and I replay our conversation from last night in my head. "Say it one more time and I'll punish you. I'll take you and bend you over wherever we are, and punish you. Is that what you want?" he said. Instantly wet, I respond, "yes". He knows what I'm thinking about and smiles a sideways grin, and runs his hand up my thigh.
"I thought no touching, John", I say. Hoping he'll keep going, but higher this time.
"It was an accident", he says, laughing and grinning, then biting his lower lip. As he moves his hand higher, I tense up and put my hand on top of his, guiding him where I want him to go. I dressed in the shortest shorts I had on purpose, just to flaunt it and to make him want me more. I made sure I was clean shaved, just in case. My fingers intertwined in his, we move our hands over my shorts, around my thighs, letting his fingers slip gently between my legs and then pulling his hand back, then firmly up my hips and to my waist. I guide his hand and tuck his fingers just underneath the waistline of my tight shorts, letting him feel the lace of my panties. I push the iPad out of his left hand and climb onto straddle him. I can feel his rock hard cock bulging and I make sure to place myself right on top of it, letting him know that I know he wants me.
"Okay, rule number one", I whisper into his ear, "define 'no touching'", as I rocked my hips back and forth, making sure to stroke his hard cock with each movement.
He sternly grabbed my hips pressing me deeper into him, looked me right in the eyes and forcefully said, "No fucking for 30 days". I was drenching wet. Even hearing him say those words were enough to get me off.
"So this is okay, then?" I said softly, as I kissed his ear, then neck, and tasted his sweet sweat. I heard him inhale deeply, then exhale. "And then what about this?" I moved my tongue and my lips down his neck, kissing forcefully and blowing softly, and then I found his lips. I gently bit his lower lip, tugging and sucking on it, while he simultaneously moved his hands from my hip bones to my ass cheeks, pulling me forward and even further into his chiseled chest. He picked me up and turns me onto my back, laying me down gently and staying right with me on the leather sofa. I pull him by his T-shirt as he climbs on top. I arch my back and pull him into me, aching for him. I grab his rock hard cock with my hand through his blue jeans, and I squeeze it and let out a moan.
"Do you want that", he asked me, smiling down and biting my nipples through my baseball tee. I didn't answer, just grabbed his face with both hands and brought his lips to mine. He repeated the question, his lips on mine, taking his hand, rubbing his fingers rough on my clit on the outside of my shorts. "I can feel how wet you are, I know you want it. But tell me how bad you want it?"
"Bad, I want you inside me bad", I said with a panting, eager voice. "Are we breaking the first rule?"
"Only if you want to be punished".
"Punish me".
Night Nurse
The Night Nurse is on
Call tonight...
...Poised above the
Sleeping maze...
She wavers as
Our chests
All rise...
...In her eyes
We lay
Unscathed...
The Night Nurse
Whispers down
To us,
Walking over
Eggs
Of nod...
...When we rise, we
Won't remember that
We were so
Close to God.
Singing in the most
Angelic voice,
That only dreamers
Hear...
...The Night Nurse
Mines
The great divide
Of what's imagined,
And appears...
...On the surface
Of the glass,
Before it's washed out
With the rain...
...As the mirage is
Ever present, and
Reflects inside
Our brains...
The Night Nurse is on
Call tonight...
...Poised above the
Sleeping maze...
...I love her,
And I
Need her close...
...Giving refuge
Through my
Days.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
You Do You.
Sometimes I have so much to say, and other times there are no words at all.
Life is interesting. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Painful. Funny. Disceiving. Quiet. Loud. Adventurous. Pitiful.
It is molded into our day to day lives.
Through the people we know to the people we knew.
Sometimes it's so easy to take people and things for granted because we are so unaware of what's in front of us.
Other times we think it's okay to treat people as if they're beneath us when in reality we are no better. We judge. As if it's our place to judge. We speak when it's not our place to speak. And we hurt, not knowing that some outcomes have definite endings.
We do what we want cause we feel entitled to, even if that means that someone must suffer.
The words that we say and the actions that we project on others is nothing merely than a representation of ourselves not them. It's so difficult to acknowledge that we are wrong sometimes. That we hurt others. That we belittle and demand respect when respect was never given to be received. That we shape an image of how people should look and act, and when different, we are wrong. Ugly. Embarrassing.
Who gave us the right to signal whether something was considered okay?
Just the mind that allowed itself to be influenced into letting others think for them rather than thinking for themselves.
So let me tell you this. You're perfect. You're most definitely not a failure and you don't need any negativity in your life.
Just because someone smiles in your face doesn't mean they don't laugh behind your back. Cut all people that don't aid in your success and hinder your growth as a person. You know what you are and what you are not. NO ONE has the right to manipulate your path to happiness. You have the power. Just remember that whatever a negative person has to say/do towards you will always reflect on the insecurities and hatefulness that they struggle with.
Castle Prose (Prose Universe challenge by SalingerTwain- continuation)
Chapter Three: The Real Dom…?
Ancient Writing: Shalimar’s Reality
Chapter II:LXIX
Light can shine though misunderstanding sublime
But confusion rules when minds are blind
Truth betwixt realities confessed
In the darkness no glimmer can discern the distress
When thinking is locked in beliefs intertwined
Purity befuddled the lies subtle mimes
Onyxcity crossed her lavish apartment above her sprawling empire followed by a stern looking fellow.
Her bodyguard? Hum...—far to thin.
Luxury draped the walls in the finery of Asian tapestries and oil works by masters as her footfalls pressed light on the soft carpet of wool, padding and keeping warm each delicate step. Her sleek leather outfit appeared perfectly contoured to her shapely form augmented by stilettos under the heels of tight laced boots embracing her calves with the grace of a ballerina gliding across the floor on toes. She paused briefly at the wire formed bird cage and peered in at the small creature dancing like reflective crystals in the confines of the minimal space. “What do you presume she eats, Mead…?”
“Perhaps they drink blood just like vampires,” replied…
Lover?—— Rather ordinary looking.
“Nonsense,— everyone knows vampires aren’t real. We must head down to the archives and see if there is anything recorded about what fairies eat.”
“Madam,” He paused with a smile. “That doesn’t mean the little creature doesn’t drink blood.”
“What did you just call me?”
“Pardon,— Madam?”
“And just what are you implying?” She fumed, placing her hand on her hip while tapping a foot.
The Butler? Hum…
“It‘s just a polite address, Madam.”
Onyx… appeared doubtful.——”Well I don’t like it!”
The employee frowned, pulling a small leather booklet from his pocket. Thumbing through the pages he replied, “Longfellow’s Terms — states right here: ‘A polite term of address for a woman.’ See,— the respected expert reveals all, — knowing quite well what women want and deserve.”
“What would a guy named Longfellow know about what women deserve? Give me that,” grabbing the little book from Mead…’s hand.
He stepped closer and pointed to the words in the little black book; his head moving ever so slightly to take in the wafting fragrance of her perfumed hair.
Onyx… read quietly under her breath, “Used to address a woman politely.” But she read on: “Ah-ha, number two states: ‘a woman running a brothel.’— This is not a brothel!”
“I never said it was — Madam.”
“What are you implying? —— Stop calling me that!”
“Yes Mistress.”
“What do you mean by that!” She almost screamed.
“What?— my Mistress.”
She quickly paged through the little book; and then with a sneer of disgust, “I am not your extramarital lover! What subliminal messages is this pervert Longfellow teaching society?”
…That’s settled.
A faint snicker from the small cage broke the impact of …City’s declaration. The enraged woman in black-leather turned grabbing the small prison with her right hand. “You’re not so important I won’t crush you under my boot,” she growled, almost pulling the cage from its pedestal.
The crystalline light grew a little dimmer.
Mead… carefully took hold of the little book without taking it from Onyx…’s;— his hand —brushing slightly against her soft skin. He pointed within while keeping the tender contact present. “See, the second definition of Mistress is — ’owner or controller of something.”
…City let go of the cage and studied the words. “So what are you implying? I’m a controlling — Mistress or Madam— of a brothel?” she almost shouted.
“Why,— no Mistress,— you’re the owner of this establishment.”
“Stop calling me that!—— And what do you presume this establishment to be?”
Mead…’s head dipped and tipped forward as if questioning, “Saloon? Of course Mam.”
“Do I look like your mother?”
The little light in the cage snickered, “Well, you do employ Sirens.”
Both turned to the little prisoner. “It talks? my Goddess.”
She pause for a moment thinking,— then nodded with a slight curved lip of approval. “Yes,— it's like an annoying parrot mocking me.”
“Why don’t you ask it what it eats?”
Onyx put both hands on her shapely hips. “You don’t think I tried that?”
“What’s her name?”
She only speaks to annoy me.“
“Mnezz,” came the small voice, yet seemed to resonate everywhere.
“Hey little girl,— can I get you something to eat?” Mead… asked.
“I have to be free to eat.”
Mead… looked to Onyx… with pleading eyes, “Why don’t we just let her go?”
“I can’t. The sandflea… ordered her capture. I’m just holding her until she arrives.” Onyx… continued the few steps to the large picture window overlooking her successful business venture below. Bunny was taking the stage for the next act of musical excellence. …City took in a deep breath of satisfaction. — Then she noticed HIM. “What the hell is he doing here?”
Mead… stepped to the window and looked down. “You hired him.”
Just then the door burst open with two employees dragging in a tied up individual.
“AndyBetz, —— Andrometa, what is the meaning of this intrusion?”
The two bouncers looked at each other and then OnyxCity, “We caught this nefarious thief sneaking around the back of the store trying to climb in a window,” …in unison. “All we can get out of him is his name, — SalingerTwain.”
The prisoner looked up at his captors and then their boss. “Not true. I just heard the most beautiful music and it was calling to me. It was like I had no control.” He smiled as his eyes scanned the shapely form in tight leather.
Mead... looked to …City, “We do employ Sirens.”
“Nonsense,— sounds more like the actions of a spy trying to steal the secretes of my business.” Onyx… took a step toward the prisoner then stopped, looking at Mead… “Get down stairs and get rid of that meddling interloper.”
Mead… looked puzzled, “You mean the old fart? How am I suppose to do that? You hired him Ma…” The man stopped short. “Won‘t he become suspicious? Don‘t you want to know what he‘s found out?”
“I already know what he knows.” She peered down at the old man. “He’s wearing a stupid parrot on his shoulder. What does he think he is? A pirate? And he has a kitten right there. Tell him no animals are allowed in this place of business and toss him out. He’ll be none the wiser.”
“Ma… my Goddess,” stumbling,— Mead… frowning as he stared at the supposed pets. “That doesn’t look like a kitten to me. Hear tell, he’s a powerful wizard. Surely this is dangerous to poke the magic.”
“We have the sandflea… with us. What’s one old man?” …City gritted her teeth, “Now get down there and get rid of them.”
“But my Goddess, who is this sandflea… when it comes to magic?”
“She’s a sorceress of the most powerful kind. Rumor has it she’s heartless. She’s already killed 68 husbands to date. I got it straight from the horses mouth.”
All four men looked at Oxyx... with shock and suprise. Mead… spoke, “You’ve actually met with the sandflea… in person?— When?”
“Of course not.— She’s much too powerful. But I did bump into her magnificent horny stallion that revealed all to me.”
AndyBetz straightened as all the men’s expressions appeared distraught,— except for the spy who was grinning. “My Lady, you mean you had a liaison with sandflea…’s — gigolo?”
…City’s expression turned heated as she barked at Mead…. “Get down there this instant, and get rid of HIM.”
Mead… left reluctantly, appearing devastated.
Onyx… turned to Andy…”What are you talking about?”
“Your secret liaison with sandflea…’s stud.”
“Have you gone mad?” Her anger burned. “One of the messenger’s horses pulling her carriage talked to me. Beautiful animal with this amazing spiraled yet straight horn protruding from its forehead. It told me such stories.” She smiled, looking off as if mesmerized.
“My lady,” Andrometa interrupted. “That’s impossible. You’re describing a Unicorn; they were all killed in Noah’s flood.”
“Why would anybody kill such a magnificent creature,— and who is this Noah anyway,— some god?”
Andrometa cleared his throat. “He must be, the flood’s named after him…”
AndyBetz cut his friend off. “Apparently they weren’t on the menu?”
“Say what?” Onyx…'s right fingers closed lightly covering the side of her mouth as her left remained resting on hip.
“Noah gathered two of all different kinds of animals on his yacht and then a massive flood killed everything else.” AndyBetz answered with a smile.
“Why wouldn’t a god have saved these unicorns?”
Andrometa shrugged. “I guess they don’t tasted good.” The two bodyguards looked at each other, nodding in agreement.
…City looked appalled. “Someone would eat those glorious creatures?” She shook her head. “This is all nonsense, I just talked to MilesNowhere yesterday.”
“Who’s that? My Goddess,” all three men asked in unison.
Onyx… focused on the spy with a slight head tilt. “Why, the nonexistent unicorn of course.——When the fairy was delivered with instructions,” she said with a sneer of superiority. “And he said the sandflea… was the most powerful sorceress living!”
Laughter erupted from the little cage. All eyes turned to the fairy.”
“You have something to add Mnezz?” …City asked angrily as her foot began tapping impatiently.
Mnezz was rolling around on the bottom of her cage. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Then tell us what you know.” …City ordered.
Alright,” the little crystalline light squeezed out between chuckles. “My sister, saltandink is sandflea…’s fairy godmother. Sandflea… is a beautiful princess from a faraway place called LA where they all worship the sun.”
“Ha,— I knew it!” …Twain Interrupted.
…City stepped over to the prisoner. “What do you know,—— spy?”
…Twain cleared his throat: “That the sandflea… is a sun-worshiping, dominatrix, goddess.” The spy’s grin increased as he stared at the woman in tight leather. “Who’s decided to run for office on the platform of better shipping.”
Onyx… turned her attention to her two men. “What’s wrong with my shipments?”
“We lost one yesterday, my Goddess,” Andrometa shrugged. “An infestation of plague forced the harbormaster to burn the ship.”
Onyx… looked devastated. Her attention returned to the spy. “Tell me what you know or I’ll have you racked.”
“Please,— rack me, — Goddess. In that fine leather,— have your will with me.” The spy’s tongue wetted between his tight lips in anticipation.
Onyx…leaned in. Her hot breath light upon his cheek. “Tell me everything you know and I’ll personally apply the draw.”
“Oh god yes!” And he began to spill, “She wants world domination, yet she has no political agenda.”
“What lies are you telling me?” Onyx… said infuriated. “You just told us she wants to fix shipping.”
“My goddess, the spy interrupted. “Agenda, — as in a personal underlying motivation.”
The two guards were nodding in agreement.
Salinger… eyes turned pleading. “Please, give me this chance. I will service you loyally. Do with me as you will. I am your slave.”
Mnezz couldn’t stop laughing. Her high pitched giggle resonated throughout the upper apartment disrupting the spy. All turned their attention again to the fairy.
…City took a step closer to the cage. “You have something to add.”
Through the laughing Mnezz squeezed out, “Sandflea…’s already been crowned queen on the night of her prince’s homecoming. She already rules her empire with her king at her side.”
Onyx… turned to the prisoner. “What do you have to say about that, spy?”
“Yes,” Salinger… replied. “She rules now in a distant land, but she seeks world domination.”
Onyx… focused back on Mnezz, “Tell me more of this rule in this foreign land. How did she come to power?”
“Oh, it’s a torrid tale of intrigue and war.”
All present voiced in unison, “Tell us.”
Mnezz stopped laughing. “It all started when some creature called a skank knifed the sandflea… in the back breaking her heart.”
Onyx… was riveted as she asked, “So she’s immortal? Is this how she became the Ice Queen? Is that why she has no love for men and has killed 68 husbands?”
Salinger…. Interrupted. “You could send me into her court. I could win her over and become her next husband. I will gladly take the position of 69 with the sandflea… and she will be none the wiser that you have a spy in her court.”
“Quite fool,” …City ordered. “Please continue Mnezz.”
“Let me go and I will tell all.”
Onyx… whispered into the little cage, “Tell me more.— If I like what I hear, I may consider your loyalty worthy of rewards.”
The tiny fairy thought as the three men glared, nodding-approval,— reassuringly.
“Fine,” Mnezz continued, “It all started the day of coronation. Sandflea…’s evil step mother had grounded her for getting involved in a maul, while shopping.
“Is that where she killed the 68 men? They weren’t her husbands?” …City asked concerned.
“No,—— no one died in the maul, but the wicked step mother’s carriage was damaged.”
AndyBetz interrupted. “So why is there a 68 in the sandflea…’s name?”
“Shhhh!” Onyx… ordered.
Mnezz smiled. “68 is the number,— I think,— was on the pennant her prince carried into battle.”
“What kind of battle?”
“I’m not completely sure, but from what I could gather there’s a lot of kicking and men’s genitals are involved.”
All three men leaned down slightly, cupping their privates with hands.
“The battle’s even called Football.” Mnezz spat as if angered.
“Sounds brutal.” Onyx… whispered. “Is this the land where the ridiculous codpiece was developed?”
“Mnezz nodded affirmatively.
“Oh’s,” sounded from all listening with understanding.
Mnezz continued, “So, the sand…”
Onyx… interrupted. “So why sandflea68? That’s a very unusual name.”
“OH, I know this one.” …Twain almost shouted. “She’s the leader of a cult of beach-loving sun-worshipers.”
All looked to Mnezz for confirmation. “This is true.” She nodded.— “Her given name, I think was something like Sandy Lee. But with her prince’s battle pennant and all her over nine thousand sun-worshiping followers, she was re-named something with real meaning.”
Suddenly, a commotion erupted down stairs…
****
Chapter 1:
https://theprose.com/post/167803/castle-prose
Chapter 2:
https://theprose.com/post/168268/castle-prose-prose-universe-challenge-by-salingertwain-continuation
A Moment
Were I to be anywhere but where I am at this moment, my darling I would be in your arms
Oh to be kissing and loving you, I would have no other!
My breath as thine, heart beats in time
As the rhythm of our bodies brings our souls together as one in mind.
As you look into my eyes you see the creation of time
As I look into yours I see the ebb and flow of the Divine.
As if breathing were time.
Oh my dear many lives spent in only
A moment.
Honesty is More Than Not Lying
She was too honest for her own good. “When you were out of town last night, I had a fling with another man. I am so sorry!”
He paused, trying to get control of himself but couldn’t contain his rage. Striding across the room, he grabbed her by the throat, choking her until she drew her last breath. The perpetrator was arrested the next day.
Carl was the foreman of the jury who heard the case. “The jury finds the defendant guilty” he said as he read the verdict.
Unfortunately, the police had mistakenly arrested the man with whom the honest young lady had the one night stand. His DNA was all over her apartment and he had left traces in her panties which they found in her laundry hamper.
Carl, the jury foreman, smiled, knowing his girlfriend and her lover got exactly what they deserved!
A True Love Story
*These two people met online and the little bits of text is them texting over the phone and this is the way I will be doing conversations in this story because I find it best for me to convey information
"He's a cute one," I said as I was scrolling through the discover page on Instagram. Since, I thought so, I direct messaged him and got a reply back instantly. He thought I was pretty and we continued talking. Eventually, we exchanged numbers and continued to talk for a couple of years.
Zane: I do not think I ever told you but, I really like your name
Hazel: Thank you and where do you live?
Zane: Colorado, but will be moving soon to your town
Hazel: Really, cannot wait to meet you
Zane: You doing anything interesting?
Hazel: Yeah, I am going rock climbing tomorrow
Zane: Be sure to tell me about it
Hazel: Can do, bye.
Zane: Bye
I was so excited to go rock climbing with my family, it was something I never thought I would be doing. We headed toward the nearby mountain, put on our gear, and started to climb. About fifty feet up, I lost my grip and fell. Everything went black and when I woke I was in a hospital. The doctor said I was paralyzed from the waist down and there was no chance of me walking again.
Zane: How was rock climbing?
Hazel: Not good.
Zane: Scary?
Hazel: No, I ended up in the hospital.
Zane: What happened and you okay?
Hazel: Lost my grip and fell. Now, paralyzed waist down.
Zane: Sorry, I will be moving there in a few months and I will take you out for dinner and maybe an adventure around town.
Hazel: Sound good, bye.
Zane: Bye
A few months later
Hazel: Bye, Mom
Mom: Be careful and be back by ten
Hazel: Okay
I slowly drag myself down the steps of our house and there is a lot. I have learned to do this because my legs are useless. Zane was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps with a flower. A single flower. He took the handles of my wheelchair and headed towards the restaurant. As we were eating, he apparently wanted to play 20 questions with me.
Zane: Favorite color?
Hazel: Lavender
Zane: Favorite dog breed?
Hazel: Mix between a German Shepard and a Husky. I have always wanted one, but never got one.
Zane: I will make you a promise. If you walk, I get you you puppy.
Hazel: Deal, but I do not know if am able.
Zane: You can do anything. Something you miss doing?
Hazel: Swinging, no one would ever take me because I need help in order to swing.
Zane: Neat.
We continued with out dinner and afterwards we went on a walk. The walk ended in a park.
Hazel: What are we doing here?
Zane: What you wanted, to swing.
Hazel: Honestly. Thank you.
Zane: No problem.
*He gently picks me up out off my wheelchair and places me on the swing. He gives me a push and hops on his own swing.
Zane: You seem to be having fun.
Hazel: The most fun I have had in a while.
We swing for another hour or so and then walk around the park. Before we know it, it was getting dark and I had to be home. He carried me up my steps and we told my parents that he was a friend who just moved here. Neither of us wanted them to know. He ran back down and grabbed my wheelchair. He secretly gave me a kiss and headed on his way. We continued to text and go out. Eventually, we were both twenty and decided to move out to a new place together.
Zane: What about this one?
Hazel: I love it, but are the steps?
Zane: Yes, but not many and I can help you.
Hazel: Okay, lets get it.
We ended up buying the house and moving all our stuff in. Zane would carry me up and down the steps. We were both photographers, so we rarely left each other. Everyday we would wake up at ten and get started with our day. And everyday, he would make me breakfast. One day I woke at 9:15 and walked (yes, walked not dragged) down to the kitchen and made breakfast. Around 9:55 I got really tired and sat on the kitchen floor and I could hear his alarm going off. Then, I could hear his footsteps on steps.
Zane: What are you doing?
Hazel: Making you breakfast.
*As he sits on the floor next to me
Hazel: Can I have my puppy?
Zane: Yes, why are you on the floor?
Hazel: Lost my strength to stand
Zane: Thank you for breakfast. Should I make the usual coffee and tea?
Hazel: Sure, and could you help me to the table?
Zane: Of course
He gently picked me up and placed me at the table. We ate breakfast and got dressed to go out. He was taking me to get my puppy he promised me. At the shelter, there was a little German Shepard/Husky mix with beautiful blue eyes. She was perfect and we ended up taking her home. Her name was London and she was excited to have a home.
Zane: You happy?
Hazel: Yes, thank you.
Zane: No problem, you still able to walk.
Hazel: Yes, come here.
*I outstretch my hands and he takes them. I slowly begin to walk
Zane: Amazing.
Hazel: Thanks
For the next few years they were practicing walking and sharing laughs with London. Eventually, Hazel was able to walk fully and her life was back to normal. She walked everyday with Zane and London. Love can truly fix anything.