B is for Stealing

We interrupt life as you know it for this special announcement.  Me Tarzan is here . It is the second blog on the B is for Stealing Network. A space/forum for all my [and possibly your] hypotheses to grow. That means, B IS FOR STEALING can now become wholly (holy) and solely creative portal. Enjoy. Pax. And HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL! tracy j h

Sometimes... We become unintentional villains. Not because of some great evil we have committed but because we have shielded the truth for far too long. So... when the truth is finally revealed, all becomes lies. The thread unravels the skirted issue. The paint drips from the frame and nothing... nothing remains the same. THE NAKED TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE IF ONLY TO WALK HOME IN THE COLD.... ©13:11:11 T.J.H.

I heard a panting in the rain.  Just as I was about to close the door to this episode I heard, "wait, wait". It was my basest self seeking shelter from the elements. I let out a groan but still I held the door open for his drenched frame. "Thanks." He panted some "Mm." I said. "Just don't touch anything. I cleaned today."  He nodded, still trying to catch his breath as he eased all the more into the suede sofa of mine. "Great!" I thought, "Now my chair will smell like day old regret." "I'll get a towel." "Some scotch would be better." If I had left him in the rain, he'd have pneumonia'd and died and that would have been the end of it. Now my kindness implores me to accede to his request. I brought him tea. He brought me a cold; sneezing in my chair. "You should get out of those clothes." The smile on his face said his mind churned rancid. " Fine!