Sunday

I was planning on giving blood this morning, before my afternoon writing group. I was just a little worried I might oversleep a little.

The dog made sure I didn’t do that.

At least I managed to give blood. There was a sizable crowd, too, at the blood drive, which is nice to see when it happens.

This afternoon, after the writing, we went to see Guardians of the Galaxy, which I thought was a lot of fun. And I got to tell myself the popcorn I bought was just to help replenish me after my earlier blood donation. That and the cookie earlier. I do what I can.

Anyway, it wasn’t all barking dogs, big needles, and talking raccoons. I also wrote this as part of our free-writing:

“Don’t tell the demon,” the blonde-haired super-heroine said. Her short red cape flapped menacingly in the wind.

“I’ll tell the demon anything I want, my dear,” said Professor von Evel. He leveled his home-built death ray at her aggravatingly perky head. “You’re hardly in a position to be making demands.”

“I’m just trying to save us both some grief.” Even floating a hundred stories above the city streets, Kalindra, the last daughter of Mars, was nothing if not cheerful. “He’s going to double-cross you, you know. If you’d been a little less focused on trying to rule the world, you’d have seen that what the demon wants is to destroy it.”

“That’s a lot of talk for a girl without a death ray,” von Evel sneered.

“Fine.” Kalindra sighed, swooping down to land on the rooftop. She seemed unfazed by the mad professor’s gun. “Give him a call. Tell him the museum heist went great, you’ve found the last component, and the machine’s almost ready.” She sat down on the edge of the roof, tucking the end of the cape beneath her, and looked down at the street with a stifled yawn. “You’ve still got him on speed-dial, haven’t you?”

Von Evel stared. “The demon’s powers are nothing to be trifled with, my dear,” he said. “The Beast will honor our bargain.”

“Sure, sure,” Kalindra said, examining her nails. “Real stand-up guy…the Beast of the Unspeakable Depths. You go right ahead and tell him anything you want. I mean, it’s just one of the ancient demon guild’s gemstones, right?”

“It’s — “ von Evel said. He could feel the weight of the unholy sapphire where he’d stashed it in his pocket. “Well yes, but — “

“Remind me, what’s that thing called again? You know, in the ancient texts?”

Von Evel lowered his death ray. “Betrayal’s Reward,” he said.

“Right,” Kalindra said. She stood up, taking the death ray and crushing it to dust it her fist. She clapped a comforting hand on the would-be super-villain’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, guy. You’re not the first evil genius the demon’s taken advantage of.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

And that — plus, admittedly, a short nap after lunch — has been my Sunday.