Trying to Blend's Stories

RIP Wilbur

2008-04-03T20:16:38Z

Marci was heartbroken when she found Wilbur dead on her way out yesterday. She didn’t have time to wallow about it now, the bus was due to come shortly.

Getting into her seat on the noisy transport, Cecilia recognized pain in Marci’s face and saw the tear stain in her makeup.
“You ok, Marse?”
“Wilbur died” Marci sat for a moment, wiggled her nose and turned to her friend, “I’ve flushed fish, buried a dog…what do you do with a hampster?”
They both sat in contemplative silence.

After school, Cecilia arrived at Marci’s door with a dozen mylar balloons.
“Jeepers! Where’s the party, C?” Marci stepped out onto the porch and sat on the swing.
Cecilia had a plan.

At sunset last night, the two girls solemly walked over to the mill pond, and up to the willow tree on the hill. They secured the sock firmly to the balloons. One of the helium filled bubbles of fun sang the tune ‘Don’t worry, Be happy”

“I wonder where Wilber will end up?” Cecilia asked.
“In a tree somewhere.” Said Marci.

The Meeting

2008-04-01T20:20:09Z

The first time they saw the northern lights together (ever for her), was in 1967.

They vowed never to forget that magical time. Two kids hangin’ out in the park just after dark. It wasn’t even time to get home yet when he spotted the green cloud over the highway. They thought it was some weird spill from a truck. The green gave way to a peachy orange then changed again to a brilliant electric blue. Then they guessed what they were witnessing.
They made wishes, listened for sound, sat mesmerised for an hour. When it stopped, they walked home in silence.
“If you see that again,” she said. “meet me at the park”
“Sure, alright,” he replied
“No, I mean it. When ever that happens, I want you to meet me here and we’ll watch together.”
“That would be funny…two old fogies out here in the middle of the night worrying their families.”
‘hehe..ahhh…” She sighed. “Ya, like we’ll live that long!”

They have repeated that same conversation twenty five times. And then , as always, he walks her home.

I don't talk To myself, I talk With my self!

2008-04-01T00:52:41Z

Omg!
what?
I’m talking to myself again!
shhh….I know
It’s ok…I don’t always hear you talking back.
That’s good because sometimes you talk back for me!
What?
you heard me…sometimes you answer your own questions before I even get a chance!
I do?
Yes! And then when it doesn’t work out then you blame me!
Gee, sorry about that, I never noticed.
it’s ok.
Did you see him today?
no
Too bad
Yeah…I was hoping to finally speak to him without looking like a school girl.
Yeah, but you would have anyways
I know. What is wrong with me?
You have a crush is all
For eight years? This is crazy!
Crazier still is when buddy told you he felt the same about you
Yeah that’s for sure. What am I gonna do?
Hey- isn’t that his truck coming down the hill?
Oh gees, YES ! where do I look…I don’t want him to see me looking, but might miss a wave…
_He’s looking at you! Don’t be a dumb ass!
Be cool I am just going to …..
I can’t believe you fell off the curb!
Me either. Dumb ass.

The Unsneeze

2008-03-31T17:47:40Z

You ever had a moment where you really had to sneeze and you couldn’t? I usually look directly into a bright light…when that doesn’t work, I wiggle my nose a bit to tickle it out. Sometimes, though, you are in the middle of something and your brain just goes dead. “SNEEZE ALERT ”. Nothing will get done until that is released! You try to regain your train of thought, get back to what you were doing like retracing your steps to find a lost item. “Damn, not happening” you think. Your nose is hurting with anticipation. It’s going to be wonderful…
When it finally comes.

May I help you?

2008-03-26T16:38:23Z

“Hello! You there! You’re lookin’ for something, ya?”
“no.”

Skye's the limit

2008-03-26T12:46:06Z

What covers us, shows off for us, has colour and imagination? We look up to it, we fly into it, We harness the wind, marvel at the expanse of it. It goes on forever and holds mysteries beyond our dreams.

I was lying in my pregnant state in the grass on my front lawn.
My belly looks like a jello mold and my belly button is like a seperate entity right there on top.

I smelled the air, felt the sun and knew that Skye would be here any day.

Have Orb, Will Travel.

2008-03-18T14:49:38Z

“Do you think they are those mood things?” He asked, now quite certain that she had been hoodwinked by these fantastic jewels.
“I never saw them change like that before” She said, incredulously, “I have had them for two weeks and they have never done that!”
They sat in silence for a few moments contemplating.
All of a sudden they were both in a shady garden surrounded by ponds and fountains. The air was markedly warmer and the sky was a pale purple.
“What…!?” she stared at him
“What is going on?” he asked, actual fear gripping his chest.
“I don’t know. Where are we? This is different! Oh my God!”
She was up and already headed towards the falling water in the park.
“Wait!” He exclaimed. He lost grip on all his masculinity and scrambled to be near her. He was positive they were in trouble, yet had a peaceful, reasuring feeling of well being.
They walked cautiously toward the man with the beard, sitting on the bench under a magnolia tree. He was reading, unaware of the approching pair.

I'll Show you my Orb, if you show me Yours

2008-03-17T20:22:59Z

“We need to go further” she announced, after they sat in silence for a bit.
“When ever you’re ready” he said getting up from the damp bench.
She climbed through the gate that separated the trail from a private field. They followed a light footed path that followed the tree line south about five hundred yards. At the break in the fence, they turned east and followed another path up a steeper hill through thicker forest towards the clearing and into the open sky. They spilled out onto the abandoned farmer’s field at the top of the trail. You can see for miles in all directions. It’s quiet except for the wind and the occasional blackbird hanging off the tall grass.
She led him to a presise location on the front slope of the area. Pulling her orb from the safety of her bossom, she told him to come over and they will try to see if they might be a match. They sat together on his jacket, ‘room enough’, he thought. They each had their orbs lying in their palms. Hers now a bright orange, his a deep red.
“hmm.”

The Orbs are Reborn

2008-03-16T22:08:07Z

“Travel orbs, eh” He looked at his intently…looking for ‘proof of crap’, as he called it. Proof of crap was always easy to spot if you know what to look for and he did.
He observed the marble like substance that was wrapped in string-like strands of gold and silver. At first when he looked at it, the marble was shiney and smooth, but on further inspection, prooved to be dull and pourous. He was sure she gave him the green orb, noting at the time she had the purple one. He had been hynotically playing with this now purple one & the green glowed from her neck where the orb she possessed lay in wait.
We must learn to meditate together in order for us to travel.
Remember how we both used to think about each other right at midnight and then see if we could ‘send eachother messages’ through our minds?
“Yeah” he laughed out loud, not believing he had really done that. “Kids stuff”
“Not” She said sternly. “You forgot how accurate we were!
We just need to tap into that energy for this to work. Trust me.”

"Travel Orbs?" He inquired. "Yeah?!"

2008-03-16T21:52:15Z

It was a trecherous hike up the last bit of trail. It was slippery from the runoff, and fallen branches scattered the path. The beautiful view at the lookout was accomodated by a bench, perfectly situated to gaze far south over the hilly meadows of the morraine. They sat there for a few minutes admiring the moment when she turned and faced him.
“I want to show you this” She told him looking directly into him.
It was a time piece or something. Actually, she had two. They looked ancient and she handled them with care. She gave one to him and put the other around her neck.
“They are time travel orbs. They belong together, and only two people deeply connected may use them safely to travel backward and forward in time.”
“Umm..” He hesitated, “Are you giving this to me? Are we going somewhere? What do you mean ’ deeply connected’? Where did you get these?”
“Questions…” She chuckled, “you are so full of those today!”

The Walk

2008-03-16T13:34:12Z

Shh..”The coast is clear” She whispered
“This is a really sweet place” he looked all around the trees, trail, the pond. The geese were back in the village.
“I am going to show you something” she said. No goofing around in her voice at all…’unlike her’, he thought.
They climbed up the craggy trail towards another bridge. She didn’t speak much…the trail was quite breathe consuming.
He just had to ask her, “Why did you seek me out? That first note, after so long?...Were you really interested? Bored? Lonely? Why are we here? How did we get to this point in such a short period of time? ”
“That’s alot of questions!” she pondered the magnitude of his thoughts. She was deciding if this was going to be a heavy discussion or should she funny her way through this too.
“I just wanted to say hi.” she knew how she felt deep inside, but was not looking to conjour up any of that. Truthfully, she thought she had died inside enough not to even feel anything anymore.” She paused
She forgot how much she felt.

That Kinda Thing

2008-03-15T03:22:04Z

Love Sick
Passionate
Butterflies
Kinda thing.
Long Phone calls
Long Distance
Very Different Lives
Kinda thing.
Familiar
Strange
Long Time No See
Kinda Thing.
Many years
Many Hurts
Many Hurdles
Kinda thing.
Hopeful
Mutual?
Maybe not
Kinda thing
Lovesick
scared
exciting
Kinda thing.

Handle With Care

2008-03-15T03:12:27Z

My naked emotions have been shared with you. What you do with them is in your hands. Please handle with care, for it is all I have left.

Sunk

2008-03-14T18:23:38Z

I am not drowning, I am sunk. Floating downwards into a bland abyss. I waited for you to come for me. I waited for you to respond. You didn’t.
The ropes are tight around my ankles, and the block was finding it’s way to the bottom of the murky pond. It was just past dawn. There was bustling in the rushes by the geese that had just returned to the comforts of the village after a hard flight north.
Just as a dog came bounding up over the water’s edge, the last of my bubbles emerged.

Hello Goodbye

2008-03-13T20:24:27Z

She came in through the bathroom window with Maxwell’s silver hammer.
“You never gave me your money!” She hollered into the paperback writer’s room, waving the hammer madly.
“You better slow down.” He said, coming out to meet her in the hallway. He was looking looking worried.
“I’m no polythene Pam, y’know” she looked out over the octopus’s garden and up to the marmalade skies. Crazy calm is how he would describe her.
“And I ain’t no mean Mr Mustard…” he said matter of factly. “what do you want from me?” He inquired, suspiciously.

Something in the way she moved…
“Help!” was all that escaped his lips…
Long tall Sally went down to the office of Elenor Rigby. Passing by she simply said, “Hello, Goodbye”