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Little Book 2

I caught the flu this weekend. I don’t know about everyone else but I detest being ill.

This is just a stupid way to feel. Lazy, miserable, unproductive and unhappy. 

Oh well, back to work. Here is part 2 of the story. 

L. E. White

Little Book, Part 2

Joey looked around, not knowing what to call any of the things that surrounded him in the room, and felt his skin crawl. Each monster was different, feathers or scales, smooth skin or course fur, but at the moment every one of them was looking at him.

Some of them looked hungry.

“So,” he said. “Morrin wasn’t doing his job. I’ll be taking his place. Anyone have a problem with that?”

The room was silent.

“Alright then, tomorrow we get back to business. Go home.”

Again, the silent army of freaks and fairytale creatures didn’t answer. They stood in unison, turned on headed out. He watched their forms change as they walked through the door. Each of them seemed to melt, looking a lot like old candles, then ripple and shift into the guys that he had met when he started. In less than a minute, he was alone with Morrin’s assistant.

“I said go home.”

She was a busty girl with big doe eyes and deep brown hair. The top of her head, even with the high heels she wore, just reached Joey’s shoulder. She looked at him for a second before shaking her head. “This is my home.”

“So you lived with Morrin?”

“Yes,” she said. “I am the bridge between you and the one you met tonight. It is my job to transfer monies, make payments and translate orders. I am also the guard.”

Joey chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t protect him from much tonight.”

“I guard the one with the book. You had it, not him.”

Joey pulled the tiny notepad out of his pocket and flipped it open. The pages were crisp and white without lines or marks of any kind. He paged through it, but found not a single word written inside. “Why is this so important?”

“In it is recorded the collection of our payments for services rendered.”

“And why did the old lady have it?”

“She was ready to collect payment from Morrin.”

“Why did he want it so badly?” Joey walked to the side of the room and sat in the leather chair that he had seen Morrin occupy anytime he wasn’t at his desk.

“She cannot collect without the book.”

Joey looked at her and nodded. “So what exactly is the payment?”

She had turned to face him with her feet set wide and both hands folded behind her back. “There is a lot of energy in the world. When a thing is taken from someone else, there is energy in that transfer.”


She looked at him with flat eyes Joey thought looked lifeless. “When a thief steals from someone, there is the energy of taking it and the energy of loss. We collect that energy.”



Joey frowned and reached up to scratch his short dark hair. “So you, whatever you are, you eat the energy from us stealing things.”

She smiled. Joey had been here with Morrin many times, yet he could never remember having seen her smile before. “That is correct.”

“Why are you smiling so big?”

“Because I had to explain that many times to Morrin before he understood. You would seem to be smarter. That is good.”

Joey smiled back. “So what is your name?”

“Morrin called me Claire. I have no other name.”

“So what do we do now?”

Claire tilted her head slightly to the side and it reminded Joey of how a bird looked at the world. She considered him for a moment and then straightened her head. “I do not understand what you mean.”

“For the rest of the evening. Do you just stay in this office or what?”

She nodded her head in understanding. “After the others leave for the evening, Mr. Morrin preferred to use my body for his amusement.”

Joey’s mouth fell open a little. “You were his girl?”

“I serviced him however he desired but I was seldom a female.”


Claire stepped closer, turning to melted wax for a moment before taking shape as Morrin. “We are shapeshifters. I took whatever form he wanted me to.” She melted and re-formed again into a tall, naked black man. “This is the form her preferred.”

Joey pressed his back into the couch until the furniture tipped back. He gulped, stared, and then started laughing. Claire/gigantic black guy just stood there until Joey started to get control of himself again.

“Are you alright sir?”

He held one hand up with one finger extended while trying to catch his breath. “Change back,” he gasped. “Please.”

Claire stood in front of him again, her hands still behind her back.

“I don’t want that. Pick a form that you like.”

“This one is sufficient.”

He nodded. “You can go ahead and sleep wherever you like, but I ain’t touching you.”

“As you wish sir.”

“Call me Joey.”

She nodded one. “So you do not want to use me as your companion tonight. Does that also mean that you do not expect me to sleep in your bed?”


“Then I will take a different form and retire. If you need me call for me.”

He nodded and watched her melt into a cat that jumped up onto the couch and curled into a ball.

“Goodnight Claire,” he said as he stood to go to the room that connected to the office. Joey wanted a drink, a big one, and to sleep until his head stopped hurting. This was almost too much to take in. Monsters that helped thieves steal stuff. If the old lady hadn’t shown him the truth, he knew he would have flipped his shit when all of those things changed and knelt.

He shook his head and shut the door to his room.

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  1. October 5, 2013 at 8:31 AM

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