Selene ran to her side to read the information and shared the reaction of the other patrons. She said, “As much as things changed, they remained the same. They announce events the same way we do. It’s a party. And the entire community is invited.”
“We can pretend like we never saw it,” Andrea said quickly. “Or maybe the storm will arrive and it will be a nonissue.”
Peter began his defense. “For the record, I didn’t know she was a fairy. And in the movies, people who glow in the dark have been around some radioactive materials.”
A red glow pulsed in the middle of the room and moved in Peter’s direction. Andrea’s voice held an even vibrato tone. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll show you radioactive materials.”
Angelica didn’t bother to look up from the sewing project she attempted. Ella taught her to make a flower by closely stitching a series of x’s. The right colors combined in the right pattern formed a whimsical pattern that looked like a sunflower. As far as Angelica was concerned, The amount of time it took to recalculate the pattern wasn’t worth the momentary distraction. Unless the storm was a tornado, there was no point in paying it any attention.
It was as though her thoughts materialized.
“The clouds are forming a funnel!” Nicholas marveled.
“As a matter of fact, Dolph is a child of Morpheus. Morpheus visits people in their sleep and teaches them how to recognize dreams and make them a reality. Dolph broke rank and took the way of a dream killer. You see, he never recovered from the loss of his younger sister. She looked up to him like he was the king of her world and he tried hard to make sure she was always happy. When she died, he decided if he couldn’t have his dream life and survived, others should suffer the same fate as well.”
The treadmill at a number 2 incline is nothing compared to the prairie that somehow became Mount Kilimanjaro outside my front door. The shock was so severe the first fifteen minutes involved contemplation of giving up running and making nice with the winter weight that came with that gray sun.
This weekend I received the news. My sister wanted to bring the whole family and visit over the summer. This would include my sister who has spent her adult life in the fast moving corporate world; her boyfriend the Iron man athlete and international traveler; and three 20 […]
Then the gravity of the move slowly crept into my mind. The same way the cold touches your fingers through your not thick enough, $30, they looked good at the time. Isotoner gloves. You can feel it start and then BAM it is painfully cold. Reality can be like that at times.
I danced and sang (Beyonce’s got nothing on me) Crystal was right, Crystal was right! The husband was so happy he didn’t have to go old school he was ready to sing with me.
Our home has three flat screen televisions. None of them have been used for days. This is my best description of being “country.” We are removed from convenience to the point where we find value in each other. We laugh a lot. We talk a lot.
We all have friends that took a new job, or got married-or unmarried, had a child, purchased a new home, sent a child off to college and the list could continue forever. Our hearts know that the change is for the better and our heads are screaming, “what just happened!”