Birthdays, Beads, Boys and … Books?

D: What is that? A: What? D: *That!* A: Oh, that was my badge for the Bead Show. D: And that-that sparkly thing? A: That’s the badge holder and lanyard. Gotta have bling on the show floor, D. Gotta represent. D: You are ridiculous. Do you even know what you’re saying? A: No, not really.Continue reading “Birthdays, Beads, Boys and … Books?”

A Not-So-Shocking Adventure: Rhyme and Neeson

A: What is that on your head? D: Don’t you like my mane? A: . . . D: I wanted to see how I would look as a lion. After all, the majestic ruler of the Animal Kingdom and I share similar qualities. A: No. No one is as #Majestic as this man. D: No,Continue reading “A Not-So-Shocking Adventure: Rhyme and Neeson”

Dancing in the Mind of the Beholder

This is for two WordPress Daily Prompts, yesterday’s: Mind Reader, and today’s: Game of Groans *** I see a lot of people. I work in customer service, and moonlight in reception. It’s a people-palooza. But this person – this person sparked my imagination. We’ll call her Joan. *** Oh my gosh, what am I doing?Continue reading “Dancing in the Mind of the Beholder”

Not-So-Shocking Adventure: Hugh Knows? The Druid Knows

D: Does this pompadour make my head look funny? A: . . . You know, of all the words I expect to come out of a 1300-year-old Pict’s mouth, those were not them. D: That’s nice, A. You haven’t answered my question though. A: What are you doing? D: Trying out a new hairstyle. A:Continue reading “Not-So-Shocking Adventure: Hugh Knows? The Druid Knows”

Living Musically: On the Willows Edition

A: I’m not a particularly religious person– D: No kidding, A. Heathens are more religious than you. A: Ahem. . . D: Sorry. A: Of course, Godspell isn’t what I consider religious. D: You mean, aside from the parable-base storytelling, the crucifixion and the whole, you know, Jesus-thing? A: (Eye roll) Yes, D, despite all that.Continue reading “Living Musically: On the Willows Edition”

Zoned: A Setting

Weeds. Nothing but weeds. They choked the life out of anything else that might have grown. Not that anything else could have grown. The earth in the Zone was contaminated – abused by man and trained to hate all that walked across it. He squatted in the dirt and fingered a hoary leaf. It stabbedContinue reading “Zoned: A Setting”

He Pleads . . . Fireworks?

A: Come on, D. Spill it. What are your guilty pleasures? D: A, I’m as close to an ascetic as one can be. A: That is a load of malarkey – you’ve taken ‘warrior-priest’ to a whole new extreme. Besides, I happen to know your heart still beats in double-time whenever Mairead sidles by. D:Continue reading “He Pleads . . . Fireworks?”