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February 2019 #601

H:
(sounding ragged and breathless) Darlin’.

Me: How are you feeling?

H:
…Tired.

Me: I have coffee and some bourbon if you’d like either?

H:
…Not at present… thank you.

Me: Did you manage to get out of bed yesterday? …H?

H:
…No. … It’s too much to stand. (trying for humour) …If the
kits are on me… I can’t even sit up.

Me: Shall I write to S?

H:
No.

Me: No?! Why not?

H:
…She will worry.

Me: Probably; but being practical she’ll also turn up and help.

H:
(quietly) Don’t be cross.

Me: I’m not cross darlin’, but I am exasperated. If you can’t
stand it’s unlikely you’ll fetch pen and paper to write. If you don’t write,
she won’t come and there’s no one looking after you.

H:
(coldly) I manage.

Me: You do. You’re also an idiot. Would you truly rather S
didn’t come?

H:
Will you write her… whatever my answer?

Me: No, because I’m an
idiot I’ll abide by your wishes.

H:
… …Write her …please.

Me: Alright, I will as soon as we’ve finished talking.

H:
Thank you.

Me: … Can I give you strength?

H:
No.

Me: You can barely get through a single sentence – voicing an
entire paragraph would kill you! Can I please give you strength?

H:
(sardonic) My pride will suffice.

Me: I’m gonna pour the rest of my coffee on you in a minute!

H:
Do as you wish.

Me: Strength it is then!

H:
(too tired to argue further) …Damn
witch.

Me: Yeah, but with strength you’ll have the breath to cuss me
properly.

H:
…Thank you. …I feel light-headed.

Me: Don’t breathe so quickly. Shall I leave you to rest?

H:
Yes. …Love you darlin’.

Me: Love you H.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
February 2019 #601

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