The Sword of Michael - Earc
“Remember hungry, horny, and tired? I was starved. Not horny. And while my body felt the strain in every fiber of my being, I felt sharp and alert, and if there had been fatigue, closing my eyes and letting the energy that radiated from that transformed branch flow from the sky through me into the earth rejuvenated me, reenergized me, lifted me to a whole entirely new level of being.It was Otto.Behind him, the late afternoon sun light hung just below the tree tops in the park. Soon it would be d...usk.The ’twixt and the ’tween.Time to go to work.“Come in, Otto,” I said. “You are welcome. Are you hungry?”He swept past me. He was garbed for night work, his long leather greatcoat rustling, heavy black jersey turtleneck, dark gabardine trousers and low black boots.“Yes.”“Come.” I led him into the kitchen. There was still raw sirloin, cut into thin strips, left on a platter; I took out some bread from Sun Street Bakery, cut some slices, laid out butter; I put on water to boil and prepared my French press for coffee.Otto set his great coat aside and sat at the kitchen counter, perched on a wooden legged stool like a massive bear in the circus.MoreLess
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