It's really been a blast providing Harlan Coben's Shelter reviews for the fans and anyone out there who was actually reading them!
It wasn't the most popular show or got a lot of traction, but I love my Abeona Core 4 to bits, and I hope it gets renewed! 💙
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In the snow ...
A Tale of Advent
Snowflakes were falling as I visited one of our Advent markets.
Looked at all the big booths.
So many amazing things.
And saw an old man in a small booth with snow globes in all sizes.
"So beautiful.
May I?" I asked.
He gave me a friendly nod.
So i took one and looked at it more closely.
It seemed really old. Inside the holy couple, Mary and Joseph at the manger.
The colors still fresh.
The virgin in the dark blue dress looking at her child.
A tired smile on her lips.
A woman who had come a long way to find a safe place.
"Charming, isn't it?" He said.
"Rare to find in these days.
Reminds me of my youth."
"You are right." I replied.
"Seems they need a shelter from the cold
and i have one to offer.
So: How much do you want?"
"30 Euros."
"Don't have that much with me. Let's say - 20?"
"I give you 50. For my darling."
A voice came from behind.
A deep, dark voice that sounded like money.
And a high pitched female voice. "Oh Honey."
I turned and looked at the two.
A guy like Charles Napier, know what I mean.
And she - half his age. A schoolboys dream.
What connected them was their view of the world.
Cold and calculating.
And their warm fur coats. Must have cost a fortune.
"Hey" Said the man.
"Why you're looking at me?
Looking for trouble, i guess. Yes?
You gonna look pretty funny
trying to eat gingerbread with no teeth!"
All that in a Charles Napier tone, you know.
"Don't react." I said to myself. Just deadpan.
But inside I burst out laughing.
"OK. Then give me the ball."
Said the man
and waved a 100 Euro bill.
The dealer changed silently.
And the two left.
Heads held high.
So high they almost trampled
on a young woman standing on the corner.
A woman in a dark blue dress.
A child in her arms.
A tired smile on her lips.
Someone who had come a long way
and needed a safe place
a shelter from the cold.
Artwork and Poetry by @palatinewolfsblog
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