More Adventures Of Me And My Muse

AUTHORS NOTE: I admit it, I’m a tease. This is a another little peek at something I’m working on in that super secret bunker I have hidden away. Someplace super secret. Just a peek mind you, see, I’m just trying something. Super secret.)

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“Holy shit, check out these kick-ass boots!”
Black biker boots had replaced the red desert-boots she’d covered my feet with earlier.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Who? Moi? Look in the mirror chica, it wasn’t me. You did it all by your lonesome.”
She’s really bad at hiding condescension and man was she ever dripping with it now.
“Stop being so bitchy! I told you, this is just temporary-”
“Everything is temporary chica.”
She loves to interrupt me.
“-and it was the only thing I could do at the time-”
“Time,” she sneered,”you know nothing about time.”
“Ahem,” I give her the coldest stare I can muster, it bounces off her like a pink rubber-ball thrown against a concrete wall.
“As I was saying-”
“You say nothing but words without meaning.”
“-if there was any other way- hey! My words have meaning!” She was getting under my skin and we both knew it.
Do not engage the crazy supernatural being capable of rendering me dead, I remind myself.
“You are thinking thoughts about me right now chica, just because I can’t get into your mind at the moment doesn’t mean I can’t read your intent.”
She’s really pissed off at me for bottling her, apparently Muses don’t like being owned.
Shit, I never thought of it that way.
Being owned.
I don’t blame her for being furious, nobody wants to be owned.
“Look,” I say sincerely,”I promise you, as soon as this is over I will release you. Pinky swear.”
She did that eyebrow-raising thing again.
“Pinky swear?” She asks.
“Pinky swear,” I answer and reach out to her, pinky first.
“You are a very strange human,” she says as she hooks her pinky with mine. “If indeed you are all human, I’m beginning to have my doubts about that.”

~AUTHORS NOTE TWO: I know, what the hell’s going on right? Bits and pieces, it’ll all make sense {rubs hands in glee} of a sort.