Nobody loves you when you’re sixty seven. Or so I’ve been told.

Many times by the people I’m related to. Just because you get let go from your job for sleeping with an underage patient. That’s the last time I’ll work at that horse orphanage.

In other news, more sunshine in today’s forecast! It has to be some kind of personal bias that I’m just seeing so much sunshine in February where I would usually associate the month with grey, drab, dreary clouds and a sense of desperation, creeping towards out right depression. But nope! Sun, warm sunny sunshine, more often than not (this year). Later sunsets and lots of chilly blue sky.

Saturday of a long weekend. It used to be that we had more options than time in the day to do all that we wanted. So obviously I finally have skates of my own now, and the rinks are shut, and a warm front is moving in later on today. That is ok. I bought my skates for the long haul, not just for this season. Now I can go skate with the kids whenever, year over year, along as we have suitable ice and the desire to go skate. If I had my way, I’d love to go back to cross country skiing and downhill skiing. Both I haven’t been fortunate enough to do in a number of years. Also, sneak this in here too, as far as ‘sporting equipment’ is concerned, I’d also like to get a modest set of golf clubs too. I had a fantastic morning golfing with my brothers last summer, on what ended up being the hottest day of the year, in August. It was a hoot! So sweaty though, oh lord above it was grotesque! I could have wrung out my socks it was so damn hot. It was in the early forties Celcius. Oof! I imagine the peripheral presence of the winter Olympics has given me the bug to go back outdoors to ski and/or skate. I can cross country ski at the farm, so that would be the cheaper option. No lift tickets or seasons passes required. Which would save me a non trivial amount of money, after the purchase of skis, poles, boots and bindings for either version.

So, that last chapter of the series huh? It came across that she was only having a nightmare right? It had to feel visceral, but not linger on being some kind of torture/rape fetish porn. I tried to intercut with the actual medical team to blunt the horrors that Mimi was dreaming through. Not sure if it was as successful as I had hoped. But on the upside, I don’t think we’ll have any more dream sequences of a sexual nature. There was one other violently sexual story, early on in book one, and that ended in brutal retribution. So not a common theme, or exploration in my writing, thankfully.

Isolation, depression, desperation: these are themes I follow more closely. I tagged the story with a trigger warning, so I hope that stopped anyone from stumbling across this chapter that was upsetting, unbeknownst to any new comers. That’s not how a typical short of mine plays out. However, more horror elements are coming, plus scenes of space battles, and people will die, so that’s par for the course, not so much the sexual violence.

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