http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/A fable on the development of a young man and woman.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/166308After a while, the lights came on. The bar started to empty. Devonne and Carmel started walking towards the door. "Hey Bob!" Mayo said, "There goes your girlfriend." "I see." I said. "Don't just stand there!" he said. "Go after her!" Blindly, though I did not even want to, I scrambled to the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/165398This girl was really asking for it. I wanted to give her a few scars of her own, but I checked that impulse. Instead, I took a deep breath, I composed myself. "Of course," I said. "Everybody has scars." I tried to hide behind my beer. I took another defensive sip. "I'd like to touch your scars."...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/164981"That's nice." Devonne said in an apathetic tone but her lip curled up as if she had smelled something bad. This was serious. I'm always interested whenever anybody tells me he owns a cat. I ordered another beer but not one for Devonne. When my beer arrived, I took a small sip. Devonne was...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/164612"Why do you limp?" she asked. "I broke my back." I explained. Breathing heavily she put her face close to mine. "I really want to hear this song with you." Her toe ran up and down against my shin. I wanted to gather Devonne up in my arms and drop a bomb on her lips. Instead, we talked for the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/163892An eerie quality about Irish girls often bothers me, a certain unwholesome gloominess. One evening when I was six Mrs. Mulcahy dressed in black and living on our street, offered me brownies on her dark porch. I gingerly took a brownie when she started crying. "My Patrick has just died." she...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/163303That night at the Ale House with Mayo and Donny I drank Bud on tap, my favorite beer, easy on the wallet. The acrid aroma of cigarette smoke lingered in the air filling up my every sense. My nostrils flared and my pulse raced. After this initial excitement, my senses constricted as if trying to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/162936"Sure," I said, "It's macho." "I'm not kidding. Guys bother me all the time since I've got this cast. I've always heard that crippled guys make the gentlest lovers." "That's what the Amazons thought." "I had a dance teacher who used to tell us to study people with limps because they learn to move...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/162621On the way into the Irish Ale House, we bumped into somebody we vaguely knew. "Cheez Bob, you're walking great these days." he said. "In another year or two, you'll be as good as you ever was." It had been fourteen years since I broke my back. The first anniversary of that car crash I got so drunk...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/119816"Where did this stream come from?" she asked. "I don't remember ever seeing it before." "It sprang up when your head hit the ground." said Caradoc, his words dropping like bricks from his mouth. "That actually makes me feel better." she said. "I'd feel worse if it had been there all the time and...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SlyCy9996/118897"Get his sword out from under him or he'll kill himself." said Brother Benneo. "After all this bother he had better become a good king." As when she was a little girl and Caradoc only a slightly older boy, Winnifred cradled Caradoc's head in her lap and ladled handful after handful of cooling...