It wasn’t taking the car away that drew a gasp and a shiver when I spotted the vehicle. It was what else my dear Max has lost recently. He’s been quiet, unwilling to voice an opinion on the matter, and that doesn’t surprise me much. He’s always been a quiet character, letting others take the spotlight and offering his stoic but strong support when and where needed. He wants to write his senryu today, but I can’t. I don’t want to channel his poetry. I honestly don’t have time for it either. Not today. If I did, I’d be more likely to write another zombie piece similar to what I posted yesterday. Silly, yes, but sometimes I need to amuse myself first and foremost. I’d feel better if Max would just throw a temper tantrum, but I know, he needs to write first.
Write Max. I’m here for you. Work can wait, Musa Immortale.