safe kyla The grass, The moon, The mountain... All the tired horses. 011023 ... karasu beneath the floorboards behind the overpriced italian marble desk diameter enough to accommodate a basketball and a good arm's length deep a small fortune inside broomstick to trip the large rat trap on top of the prize, clearly set with great care, it would take fingers easily if foolish or unlucky enough to trip it by hand the snap of the spring splintered the end of the broomstick but did not cut it away, she pulled the broom back and allowed him to reach down into the safe. bound stacks of bills came first along with an antique flintlock pistol which appeared to be in pristine condition the true prize, almost out of reach, save for the length of his arms, a wooden case not unlike a cigar box but bigger and more solid with a rich ebony finish laid within it on a black silk cushion was a dagger, the jade handle clean and lustrous and the blade still looking as polished as the day it was first used the two of them looked at the haggard man in the leather chair, complacent and stagnant with the wealth he had garnered in much the same way as this portion of it was being taken from him before he could scream his heart was out before his body was cold, the heart would be neatly packaged with the ceremonial accoutrements before anyone knew he was dead, the were long gone, nto the night, anoher step orwad in heir preparations 011023 ... auburn I think it's safer to dwell here. 071018 ... tender square the world's a small child in the dark and my mind's the same place that it's always been the monsters seem to fade so fast upon the waking of another dream and i feel safe, so safe 210827 what's it to you? who go blather from