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Lighthouse Tales 2
Lighthouse Tales, Tale 2: Spoiling the Broth
Double H's eyes blinked rustily in the morning light.
He squirmed upright, trying to worm his arms out of the sleeping bag. He was disoriented and slightly limp from sleep; it was more difficult than it seemed. He shoved against the floor of the kitchen and brought his eyes level with the kitchen countertop.
The sun through the porthole windows was still diffuse and gray. Sitting still on the floor, he heard the sound of rain pattering on the tarp.
Last night, it had been vicious and angry; almost as if it were in pain. Now, however, it sounded soothed and becalmed. Whatever had been upsetting the heavens last night seemed to have gone away.
He wiggled his way out of the sleeping bag like a worm, and stretched out with a yawn. He realized, feeling how uncomfortable the breeze from the door made him, that he was still damp from his two jaunts out in the rain the night before. He plucked at the light shirt draped over his shoulders, fro
PG10 - Lighthouse Tales 1
Lighthouse Tales, Tale 1: Princesses and Firemen
The wind was so strong, the rain went sideways; it rattled the tarps and they joined the thunder in their crashing.
Jade sighed into the surface of her tea. She stared up at the ceiling from her nook by the fire, watching the canvas she couldn't see shaking in the night wind. The low, hissing voice from the radio dissolved into static with every bolt of lightning. But the voice fought back against the heavens, warning her about the weather she already knew about.
She felt a surge of body heat beside her; she turned her head passively. She stared blankly into the thick torso of her partner, wrapped up in an old gray bathrobe they'd managed to salvage from the depths of one of the first-floor closets.
She looked up to meet him in the face. He looked just as disquieted as she did. "Hey, Double H," she said simply. "You need something?"
"Just checking to see that you're all right, Miss Jade," he said with a nod. His slightly weary-loo
Project Green 2010 - Her Boys
The strangest man isn't the stranger. It's the man you've talked to, but never known.
He was the wanderer, weaving himself in and out of the pack. His heavy, inelegant footfalls stamped around the territory; the way the grass bent beneath him was alien. He cocooned himself in the affections of the children.
He laughed with Jade.
Their conversation was utterly impregnable. Both of their voices were familiar, but they rocketed on through an endless stream of affable vernacular. Jade threw out a joke. It was obviously a joke from her tone of voice, but the words made no outward logical sense. And he laughed, deeply and boisterously, his chest rattling in his armor like the beads inside a maraca.
He looked up from the edge of the countertop, eyes drifting toward the door. "Oh-oh. It looks like your uncle wants something, Jade."
"Hmm?" She turned, hands mechanically scraping away at the dried, flaky sauce on the plate. "Oh. Just a minute, Pey'j. Let me at least get this on the drying