Operation:Mincemeat

My name was once Glyndwr Michael. I was a Welshman, a laborer. That is, until I died. My new life, if you can call it that, finds me as a Major in the British Royal Marines. Got a new name too. William Martin. Sounds important. Got a new job too. Suppose to deliver a message. Suppose to turn the tide of war. Let’s hope I succeed.

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The Deep Breath

I took a deep breath.

Held it in for a few seconds.

Let it out slowly through my mouth.

Daughter sits up.

Looks over at me.

Glares.

“Don’t do that again.”

Too many memories

of the dying

wrapped up

in that sound.

The Gunslinger

Matthias stared down at the bar, his hands gripping the edge of the mahogany surface. He let out a deep sigh as he looked up and stared at himself in the mirror. His face was tired. The lines of the years weighing heavily on his weathered face. Most of his dark hair had turned grey and even his thick moustache betrayed the wear on his life. He grabbed the dirty shot glass in front of him, downed the liquid with one quick swallow, then slammed the glass back down while wiping his mouth with the back of his other hand.

He stared back in the mirror, this time staring at the man in the reflection who had walked in a minute ago. He was brown. Brown derby, brown jacket, brown pants, brown vest, brown boots, brown dust covering most of his body. Everything about him just screamed out brown. “Such a bad color for any man to be found dead in.” Matthias thought to himself. “No self-respecting man would wear that color to his own funeral.” Continue reading The Gunslinger

I Will Be There

When the light is way too bright

     and the darkness is too deep

When the laughter is just a matter

     of hiding the fear you keep

When all the strife that’s in this life

     is enough to make you weep

          Know I’ll be there for you

                   I will be there.

When you’ve done the good that you could

     and it doesn’t seem enough

When you’ve hit the wall after giving your all

     and things just seem too tough

When you’ve got to live with nothing left to give

     and the going gets too rough

          Know I’ll be there for you

                   I will be there.

The Secret Present

Secret Santa, Secret Santa, bring me my gift.

Make it so heavy that it’s hard to lift,

Wrap it in paper, stick it with a bow,secret-santa-gifts

Under the tree is where it should go.

On Christmas day, I’ll grab it up quick,

And tear open the package with just a flick,

Revealing the gift that’s hidden inside,

“Just what I wanted!” knowing I lied.

And just remember this part, don’t forget,

We all agreed on a boundary, preset,

You can’t spend more than the ten-dollar limit,

Ok, fine, spend twenty, just never admit.

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