post 2

She looked like a mannequin. Her heels were too high and she wore too much eye makeup. Honestly though I felt bad for her. Women who did that usually felt insecure about themselves. The look of pure disgust she gave me made me smile though. My appearance was not so savory as perhaps it once was. Her eyes took in me and Königin in one horrified glance. Then she turned and went inside. It was her mother’s house, I think. A few moments later, raised voices came from inside the apartments. I crept to the window and looked in. Frauline Corbie was seated in her rocking chair with her daughter standing above her, looking furious. Then the daughter turned on her heel and left. I crept back around to the front of the house. The daughter stood there, by her car, crying her eyes out. I approached softly.
“Entschuldigung, Frauline.”
She turned quickly, wiping tears from her eyes. The tears were replaced by an accusing look.
“What do you want?”
“Perhaps I can help?”
“You? Help me? It is because of people like you that the world has problems.”
“Perhaps, Frauline, you are too worried about the world’s problems about which you can do nothing. Perhaps you are not concerned enough about those problems which you can solve.”
For a moment, a thousand emotions stormed behind her eyes. Then she got in her car and drove away.
Königin nuzzled up against my hand. I smiled down at her.
“Danke, Leibshön.”

post 1

It was a dark and stormy night. The dark of the street moved around the corners of the houses. Rats scurried, dogs barked, and cats howled in the allies. 2nd chances strip club shook with music and drunken laughter. In the deepest shadows among the doorways, a deeper shadow moved. A man stood, watching the night club across the street. His face was difficult to read; a mixture of incredible sadness and a dark, ironic humor. His hair was dark and disheveled, and hung long to his shoulders. An eyepatch covered his right eye and a scar ran across his left cheek. His beard was grey and dirty, his eye a grey-blue and so lonely in its expression, that one could scarcely bare to look at it for long. His clothes were old and worn with no spark of style or color about them, save for plain gold wedding band on his left ring finger. He stood for a moment then whistled through his teeth. A large, white wolf appeared from the shadows and stood staring the man in the eye. The wolf was beautiful: clear, blue eyes and a pure white coat. When he saw her, the man's expression became something that might almost have been a smile. Then, the look was gone and his eye turned to look at the noisy night club across the street. Hans-Georg spoke softly to his only friend in the world: "Kommst du Königin. Wir seid Hause gehen."