Matron sends me to fetch Lucy for lunch. She’s on the roof, #observing the sky. “What are you #waiting for, #reindeer? It’s still #summer. Seems a bit #foolish.” She stays #silent. I sit and she hands me a sandwich. The clouds look like #snowflakes as we have our own #holiday.
#366FF #bravewrite #vsschristmas #whistpr #vssmagic #vss365 #winterwords
“Do you prefer to work alone or #collaborate?” “Alone.” “Yukon gold or #russet potato?” “Uh, gold for mashed, russet for baked.” “Favorite #insect?” “Bumblebee.” “Do you have a #nemesis?” “Not since Jilly Smith in seventh grade. This is a very odd job interview.” “You’re hired.”
#vss365 #366FF #whistpr #vssmagic
“I’m #pleased to meet you,” he said, doffing his #hat. “I can see your dis-#belief but I assure you my #talents are up to the job.” “You do have a #number of satisfied customers, but–” “No one expects a stylish assassin.” #366FF #whistpr #vssmagic #bravewrite #vss365
From deep within the #overgrown #forest, they heard a #rustling. Not a lost #dog or #cat; they heard #laughter too, an #enchanting song that drew them into the #kaleidoscopic light of late afternoon. They knew the #folklore, but they went anyway. How could they not?
He was sure she was his #muse, but she was from the other side. She kept him sated with #food and sex, dulling his creative drive. The gods didn’t want his story told, but they didn’t want to just smite him. This was the gentler way. #vssmagic #bravewrite
Four children went into the #forest #together. Only three came out. “It was only a #game, it was only a game,” were the only words little Peter ever said again. There was no trace of Lucy, no matter how hard they searched. #366FF #vss365 #whistpr
“Why don’t you go #forage for #native plants? Not the flowered one–it causes #seizures.” “Thank you for your #sacrifice, Steve.” “Or those #tangled vines over there that caused the #genocide when distilled. Right, everyone #excited for lunch?” #366FF #bravewrite #whistpr #vss365
She studied the radiator behind Grandmother’s dollhouse, looking for the source of the persistent #sussuration. She knelt down and bent close, her attention caught by the #wink of a #miniature figure in a tiny window, her dress the same #print as her own. #366FF #whistpr #vss365
“He’s not a #verbose man, Jean.” “Okay, Mom, where’s he from?” “#Scotland or #Spitzenburg or Saint Louis. Something with an S anyway.” “He’s moving in with you. Shouldn’t you know these things?” “I know enough,” she said with a #wink. #whistpr #vss365 #366FF
The door opened and music spilled out. “Hey, Joey, you brought the weed, right?” Joey hid the music store bag. He was sure Eric had asked him to bring #reeds. He’d been all excited for a clarinet-playing party. “I forgot something. Let me just run home real #quick.” #whistpr
Hahahaha I basically wrote a Far Side comic. I can picture it and everything.
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