Eat the green jelly.

23 Jul

The stain on his tongue was a dead giveaway but he didn’t care. Green jelly crystals, straight out of the packet and as dry as a nun’s nasty. He couldn’t get enough of them.

They glowed fluorescent and irresistible. Raspberry, lemon, and orange were no good…just sorry stand-ins. Pretenders to perfection.

Every night in the pantry, he fed his dark side.

Be thankful.

22 Jul

“It’s making me crazy”,  said Marta. “I’m cooking dinner…he’s smiling at me, I’m in the laundry…he’s smiling, I’m feeding the baby…smiling again”.

“Maybe he’s happy”.

“What’s he got to be happy about? Nobody smiles like that unless they’re getting something”.


Take inventory.

21 Jul

Losing somebody is hard, but you eventually get over it, she told her friends.

“Wait long enough and you’ll forget where you left them” she’d say, “years pass, then you run into them in the place you least expected”.

After she lost Vernon she made a habit of paying more attention. She hadn’t lost anyone since, but Vern remained lost and that irritated her. She hated surprises.


Take a step back.

20 Jul

Damn…he’d done it again.

He tried giving the problem his whole attention, going over it again and again until he was dizzy. His situation was getting worse, if anything. He felt immobilised, frozen.

Where did he go wrong? How did he get here? If he could go back and start again…what would he do differently?

One at a time.

19 Jul

She liked to catch leaves before they could reach the ground, and make a wish on each one. When the wind blew stronger from the South, there were more falling leaves than she could save.

She cried, “I wish they would fall more gently and give me a chance to rescue them all!”.

The wind died down, and she was able to reach each leaf until the the branches were bare.


 

Try Tinder.

18 Jul

“Stillness, please“, said the Master, and tapped his palette.

“Forgive me”.

“You are Eve of all Eves, Virgin of all Virgins. Show me a pure countenance” he said, “and pray do not look so wanton”.

How could she sit quietly? She was tormented. What would he feel when he saw her? Would he love her…and yearn for her hand? It would be a long year but she would be patient.


Keep trying.

17 Jul

Getting rear lift was no trouble at all, but front and rear at the same time was hard. She knew she had all night, but the moon was high and she still wasn’t off the ground. Sometimes she thought she was juuuuuust about there….but no, she was on the grass again.

So far, she was a Faerie Failure.

Stop the self-talk.

16 Jul

There she was again.

If he pulled up would she freak and run? Maybe she’d smile…even stop and chat for a bit. What does it take before a chick knows you’ve made it big time? The car?…the cashmere?…the Rolex? Maybe never; she was always up herself at school.

“Stuck up bitch”, whispered Amal as the light turned green.

Praise the saints among us.

15 Jul

Sometimes at night, between three and four she called out. The city was dark and mostly silent…empty. “OY!” she’d yell, “GOTHAM CITY”, and “I KNOW WHERE THE ANGELS ARE”.

There were halos around the lights, and someone sang a song for her nearby. God bless, God bless us all.

Wear waterproof mascara.

14 Jul

Sonia headed for the ladies’ loo after the first round of speeches. Entree dishes were being cleared, as more like-minded women pushed back their chairs and grabbed their sequinned clutch purses. She led the pack.

She saw a familiar look in the mirror…always there after a few champagnes. A blank, fixed stare saying, “What am I doing here?”. 

It was hard to break the spell, but if she didn’t blink soon her mascara would run.