Signing off on Nanowrimo 2017 – productive & loads of fun. Hit just over 75k words. Hosted a couple of writing sessions at my house which were great opportunities for bitching and writing – I can multitask!! I’m happy with the direction the story is going in but can’t get back to it until I do the edit of Cold Dusters. A monumental task for January.
My one Nanowrimo regret is not getting the tee shirts or any other of their branded merchandise – postal costs have escalated to the point where I can’t see my way clear to order a $17 tee-shirt & have to pay an additional $17 for shipping & handling – add 30% for American exchange, plus the bank fees for US transactions & we’re taking $50 or more for that tee-shirt. May I’ll order one at the end of May for delivery to my hotel in DC in June.
The blog will back to routine for December. I’ve picked my photos and am allowing them to be more seasonal than usual. Monday with feature festive lighting; Wednesday will be square or rectangular objects; Thursday random pairings; Friday will be cast off toys.
Because Nano took so much focus I didn’t have time to keep up with my Tumblr postings so there’ll be set posted every day in December. Monday will be store fronts & tiles; Tuesday, as always, will be garages & laneways; Wednesday will be seasonal snowy scenes; Thursday will be chairs chairs chairs; Friday sunny or less than sunny skies; Saturday: more cast off toys; Sunday: more festive lighting.
Mike stood across from L’Bras D’Or. Afraid to cross the street. Afraid to go in, afraid not to go in. What would Robert do if he didn’t show up? Yes, that would be the test. He’d stay out there till Robert came out, then he’d know for sure.
Twenty minutes now before he was supposed to arrive. A walk around the block should get him there at the right time to miss his meeting. Twenty minutes, half an hour. How long would Robert wait before he came flying out to find him? How long could he wait to find that out?
He was about to cross when he saw Robert walk up the street. He wore a long deep blue robe with gold trim, African tribal designs on the midriff. Beside him was a tall woman, younger than he. The red and green African print shift she wore was shapeless.
Mike stepped between two houses. He didn’t want to be seen but if he pulled back too far between the houses he wouldn’t be able to hear.
“You cannot go on like this. You know you cannot.” The woman’s rapid words flicked at Robert. Her eyes narrowed as she slashed at him in a mix of French and Spanish so rapid Mike couldn’t follow even if he could understand it.
Robert put his right hand on her shoulder. “Sister Coppah, do not go on like this. I will return as planned. Till then I will not be …”
“Don’t do this. How can you be so selfish. There is more at stake here than your little pleasures.”
“That may be so, but for now that is all that concerns me.” Robert made a small gesture with his left hand over her face. Her eyes widened and she stepped back.
“You will regret this decision.”
“Life is built on regrets.”
“What about your people? Your so called children?”
So, that’s Robert secret life. He wasn’t some hustler, just some married man trying not to get caught in a fling. Mike could deal with that. He didn’t expect this to be more than what it was already. A few days of pleasure. One long distant relationship had been enough.
What would he do once he returned to Halifax though. No Patrick to look forward to? No get-a-ways from his safe routine there?
Robert started up the steps of his b’n’b. The woman held him by the arm.
“Father.” She curtsied slightly and bowed her head. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you.”
“Go back, Sister Coppah. I won’t desert you, or the others. Now or ever. But I have my own needs to take care. Would you deny me this brief respite?”
“No.” she said in a small voice. “But I hope the costs won’t be more than we expect.”
“They won’t be. In fact, there may be rewards.”
“If there are not, you won’t be the only one who pays.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Not only you, but the other. You must not disappoint your children. Remember. You have been warned.”
Robert laughed. “I have been warned. Again. Now go. I do not warn I act.”
Robert walked from her and into the hotel.
She stood on the steps. Was she waiting for him to come out? Suitcase in hand or what? She walked up two steps. Then glared across the street.
Mike pulled deeper into the shadow between the houses. She couldn’t have seen him, but he felt the heat of her look play on his forehead. Drops of sweat quivered on his eyebrows, the tip of his nose. No, she couldn’t have seen him. Even if she did, who was he to her? No one.
His neck ached. He had to get into the open air. He stretched fully upright, took a deep breath and walked to the street.
She didn’t turn away from the door as he crossed.
He went up the steps of the hotel. As he opened the door he glanced back. She was gone.
He stood at Robert’s door and listened. Water ran in the sink. He knocked. Could he mention to Robert that he had seen him and his ‘daughter?’
“It is unlocked my friend.”
Robert stood in the bathroom naked. He dried his face.
“I have been missing you. I should never have put it so late.” He kissed Mike gently. “How are you this afternoon?”
“Good.” He glanced around the room for the blue robes he had seen Robert wearing earlier. Nothing. He reached to touch the shell-beads around the crucifix. Robert held his arm before he could handle them
“Please. Only I am to come in contact with these. Indulge me.”
Robert got dressed quickly. Shorts, tee-shirt, sandals.
“We will lunch and then perhaps go to the Gallery on Sherbrooke.” Robert said.