Rion
I listened as she told me that she was pregnant, and running away from Arizona. I immediately offered to let her stay with me, and at first she refused, saying she didn't want to mess my life up, that she just wanted me to keep silent. I insisted, telling her I'd pick her up when her flight landed, whether she liked it or not.
She's like a sister to me, and if she needed help, I'd come and give it.
I hung up, sighing. I had lots of space. Heck, my apartment had three extra rooms with on-suite bathroom. Why did she think it was such an issue?
My thoughts were interrupted as my timid assisstant scurried into my office. She was trembling.
"Tanya, what is it?" I wasn't in the mood for this. My most recent case was particularly stressful. How the hell do you get a man convicted of kidnapping his own two children from his ex-wife during a custody vist, then hiding out for six years in Los Angeles, out of a life sentence? Someone up there must live to make my day difficult.
"I'm handing in my two week's notice. I just got another job offer, and I'm taking it," she stuttered.
"Yes, yes, whatever," I muttered. Fantastic. Now I don't have an assisstant.
Granted, Tanya often dropped things if I made a loud noise, and was prone to hyperventilating, but she was good at accounting and organisation.
"Thanks," she said, sounding light headed and bemused.
"Not a problem."
Now, I just needed to figure out some way of laying the blame on the ex-wife.
Then there it was: Elizabeth Jenson had been an alcoholic for four years before she and her husband were divorced.
Maybe, just maybe, I could twist it around that he feared for their safety and so, kidnapped them.
Maybe this could work out.
I listened as she told me that she was pregnant, and running away from Arizona. I immediately offered to let her stay with me, and at first she refused, saying she didn't want to mess my life up, that she just wanted me to keep silent. I insisted, telling her I'd pick her up when her flight landed, whether she liked it or not.
She's like a sister to me, and if she needed help, I'd come and give it.
I hung up, sighing. I had lots of space. Heck, my apartment had three extra rooms with on-suite bathroom. Why did she think it was such an issue?
My thoughts were interrupted as my timid assisstant scurried into my office. She was trembling.
"Tanya, what is it?" I wasn't in the mood for this. My most recent case was particularly stressful. How the hell do you get a man convicted of kidnapping his own two children from his ex-wife during a custody vist, then hiding out for six years in Los Angeles, out of a life sentence? Someone up there must live to make my day difficult.
"I'm handing in my two week's notice. I just got another job offer, and I'm taking it," she stuttered.
"Yes, yes, whatever," I muttered. Fantastic. Now I don't have an assisstant.
Granted, Tanya often dropped things if I made a loud noise, and was prone to hyperventilating, but she was good at accounting and organisation.
"Thanks," she said, sounding light headed and bemused.
"Not a problem."
Now, I just needed to figure out some way of laying the blame on the ex-wife.
Then there it was: Elizabeth Jenson had been an alcoholic for four years before she and her husband were divorced.
Maybe, just maybe, I could twist it around that he feared for their safety and so, kidnapped them.
Maybe this could work out.
Time is just a thing.
You can't ever have to little.
You can always have enough.
But when you look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
You see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
You can't ever have to little.
You can always have enough.
But when you look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
You see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a cloud to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A heart that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.