The Fairy Diary Day 58 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Time seemed to limp along today. We stayed put caring for our friend. Rumble can only remember one detail from his experience these past two days. His cloak of invisibility hung up on a thorny plant he was passing. Then, as he described it – “night fell in the middle of the day.”

It is clear to me that the trancing spell commenced at that juncture. But perhaps what is more disturbing this spell shrouds itself in forgetfulness. 

Despite these potential dangers, I yielded to Dunfallon’s desire to go out to look around. 

He brought back Rumble’s cloak. In two pieces. He rent it when disentangling it from the thorny plant it was half hiding. 

And in the action he just escaped the notice of a lone human camped nearby. 

Dunfallon did not hang around lest he suffer the same fate as Rumble.

Day One Thousand Twenty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are across. I feel as if I were swept up in a whirlwind. It all happened so fast.

The road was still throttled with traffic when Elijah turned to me and said that it was time. He directed me to summon the others.

I was glad for those dry runs.

When I arrived back at the relay point, Reuben already had his people alert and prepared to move.

Time seemed to standstill as we raced back to our waiting friends.

Elijah was then in the middle of an empty road holding aloft his staff, and commanding us to cross.

Quasimo met us on the other side and guided us around a platoon of sleeping soldiers.

Soon we ourselves rested.

The Really Real

The Really Real

Filled up with longing
For the really real
The clock tick-tocking
Down until I feel
The earth beneath me
Spinning like a wheel

Stalking belonging
A creature by half
Shunning the taunting
And the cruel laugh
Me plus I is no-
thing- so says the math

Until I enter
Into the quiet space
And take the time
To take a breath
And give it back
In songs of highest praise
No longer half, I’m whole
Again.

RWOz2

Day Six Hundred Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our time here is drawing to a close. We all feel it. The Captain wants it sooner rather than later, before the path westward is closed off by the completion of the army base.

Tomas, however wants to explore other ways first.  Perhaps to go through the city and head westward on the other side.

I thought the idea commendable but wondered if there might be an easier way to turn up the information.

I asked Elijah about going to our neighbor to sound him out on his knowledge of the lay of the land. Certainly he has proven trustworthy.

Elijah was open to the idea, but cautioned to make no promises.

We called next door and found him gone.

A 39th Birthday Poem

A 39th Birthday Poem

Today the clocks stop
And the calendars freeze
And those chaps down in Greenwich
Can all take their ease.

Leastways, as concerning
This most recent rage
The topic? – Let’s drop it!
No more of my age.

No more to grow older
Why I simply refuse!
I have plenty things else
About which to amuse.

So remember –
As Father Time passes
   With gifts on his plate
Wrinkles and lines
   And gray hair for your pate
Just say, ‘No thank you!
  ‘I’ll not have any more.’
And know you can do it
  Check your Jack Benny lore.

RWOz2

Day Five Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were no sooner settled in than we were out again. Some barracks space has been made available to us, Elijah and myself, among the crew for as long as the ship is on the stocks. Or as Tomas has come to call her lovingly “the rust bucket.”

She may need more than a fresh coat of paint, however. All depends upon what they find upon a closer examination.

All hands will be called to help.

We have conferred at length with Tomas and the Captain. Time is not on our side. Just as we have witnessed the aggressive movement in our journeyings of the global faction, so too have they been dogged by similar actions upon their coastal cruise.

Day Two Hundred Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

We were unimpeded all the way back to the camp. The gates of the second district and that of the city to the fields stood wide open, their guards in position, but slumped to the ground in sleep.

Great was the surprise of our friend Lyle when we burst in upon his evening quiet time. We exchanged accounts of our doings. And I heard at last from Grazie about her encounter with her father Moglen.

He is a broken, confused and remorseful man. She offered him her forgiveness. It is why she sought him out.

Then she told us it was time.