#eve robillard

[dabiconcordia]

After December

A little boy asks his father What comes after December? All he can think of is darkness.

A dark field, or a wall. Stairs going down and down. A sky without stars.

Still, the boy reasons, his father has lived through many Decembers; even he has encountered December before,

he's almost positive. January, says his Dad. After December there's January. And then he

takes his hand and walks with him down the street and into the rest of his immense, unknowable life. by Eve Robillard

[dabiconcordia]

I Am Still Waiting

For James Mason to come to me, biting his pipe and taking me in his arms, comforting me with that wonderful voice of his,

assuring me my evil stepmother will never beat me again, and the awful headmaster will never have his way with me.  I am still waiting for Shane to return to the boy calling his name

through the echoing hills, still waiting for Dorothy's Someday, for Scarlett's perfect tomorrow.  Though anyone with eyes can see that Scarlett doesn't have a clue, will never

have a clue, no matter how many sequels she gets. And Dorothy's stuck in Kansas, and the boy calls and calls. I wake in the morning, not next to James Mason,

but with you - warm and golden and real as the sunshine.  And mine.  Almost definitely mine. by Eve Robillard

[violettesiren]

A little boy asks his mother What comes after December? All he can think of is darkness.

A dark field, or a wall. Stairs going down and down. A sky without stars.

Still, the boy reasons, his mother has lived through many Decembers; even he has encountered December before,

he's almost positive. January, says his Mom. After December there's January. And then she

takes his hand and walks with him down the street and into the rest of his immense, unknowable life.

After December by Eve Robillard