tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36021276393546976412009-09-29T05:48:09.854-04:00Clockwork PegasusA blog of unusual, original fiction.Melanthioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210820972532167851noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602127639354697641.post-52692968209220563212008-02-07T14:58:00.000-05:002008-02-07T15:04:29.996-05:00The London Cycle - Business and PleasureThe London Cycle Business and Pleasure Though I wanted to return straight away, I waited a few nights to visit my scruffy little kitten to make sure my wife would give me a minimum of grief. It gave me time to think about the future, and gave me a hope for a future, something better than what I had locked myself into with this marriage. Thinking of that was a dangerous path, and though I Melanthioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210820972532167851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602127639354697641.post-21365615064965646382008-02-06T02:29:00.000-05:002008-02-07T14:58:00.274-05:00The London Cycle - Not for Lack of TryingThe London CycleNot for Lack of Trying I threw everything into my marriage. Not to say material possessions, but possessions of a more intangible nature—my heart, my soul, &c. She was a beautiful woman, with beautiful hands, and such wit…ah, had I but known! We married in fall, with the leaves and the dark colours. She wore blue, and I did as well—it was before Victoria’s white wedding, you knowMelanthioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210820972532167851noreply@blogger.com0