Write about: mischief.
Just finished watching Thor on Netflix, which featured the Norse god of mischief, Loki. It was entertaining, with a few laugh out loud moments.
Mondays are long days. But everything got harvested and almost everything went off to good homes to fill up appreciative bellies.
Hopefully tomorrow the last box will join the rest. As long as I can get a hold of the people who were supposed to pick it up, I'm sure it will.
"He's up to no good, it's plain to see."
The man opposite me says nothing, his expression as unchanging as the pot of coffee behind the counter. Though if the traffic streaming up and down the street outside this cafe would fall silent for a moment I suspect that I might hear the sound of his teeth grinding together.
"You do not agree with me," I point out, "but you do not deny it either."
Was that two coffee cups clinking together or a tooth cracking? Perhaps I should let this slide for the time being.
"If you are not interested in the truth," I begin, but he does not allow me to finish.
"Enough." He looks away. The lights in here make the lines on his face seem deeper, more severe. After a lifelong chase, old age has caught him at last. "I will hear no more of this gossip."
"It is not gossip! How much more proof do you need?"