James Royer
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The Unsettling Airs of Malus
Above the sea by eight kilometers, exactly (at a slope of sixty degrees), tiring at varied intervals, but more easily now as airs thinned, Ezra and Abel ended then (for the shared, growing sense that each foot added weight). Arriving, fatefully, at a scanty glade for rest, with its furthest limits bound by a forgotten rivulet, feeding a natural wading pool, emptied (the fragrances of which now permeated open airs with enticing, yet modest aromas). It babbled, daily, with ferocious intent, but less force than the now silent river. The rivulet and the river, from angles, resounded from the nearby ridges. But the rivulets’ echo had, momentarily, stayed beyond eyes’ view, obscured from hearing for ripe, heavy mists. As its clearer waters escaped the glades’ edge for a turgid river, their ears lost its ferocious depths while ascending (leaving behind no less of its noxious odors, pooling as sweat, than its turbid waters, muddied for too much forest during recent deluges). It had been a warm day, as the sun blazed, ceaselessly, with the glories (ingratiating as the ‘heir apparent’ to mid-day skies). Ezra, now admittedly lost (his confession by patient wheedling), had traced it for a few kilometers by its audible depths, which had broken by the natural, acoustic barriers of boughs layered for distance.
By James Royer3 years ago in Pride
WHO BEARS THE YOKE?
As he fled from [her] kitchen into [his] study, the door had banged shut behind him (like a rifle sounding a final, fatal warning shot). Escape then was the wiser choice (it was the only choice). Nearly two hours had passed since his return from Drax Doughan & Associates (DD&A) headquarters (which had deep roots in the commercial banking legacies of its two industrial age forebears, who had earned hundreds of thousands then in the San Francisco, California gold rush, but had formed in the latter half of 70s to largely sponsor penny stock and underwrite junk bonds). Although it had earned a hefty sum from the more clandestine negotiations, with forays into insider trading, dark pool investing, and high frequency trading, behind closed war/board rooms, DD&A had ascended to its present, notoriety, the envious upset that had disrupted the industry of investment banking, staking its claims to such heights on the often overlooked high yield, low investment grade bonds. He had curried the favor of a second-generation senior partner, with whom he had developed an easier, almost unprofessional, rapport. Even in either of their offices with a closed, locked door on an empty office floor in the evening hours, he would often lean into their discussions, as if he would then share some salacious gossip and/or more intimate exploit (always with a hint of sordid at least in the undertones) when discussing his growing book of business, which Sr. Partner had intended to transfer at his having achieved a few milestones.
By James Royer3 years ago in Pride