Get Up Now

“The box says it time to feed me.  I’ve been staring at you for hours.  I’ve poked your pillow with my claws.  It makes that sound you really hate. …. You can get up and feed me now.  Really….. You aren’t just going to sleep there all day, are you?…  Great.   I’ll just reach out the paw again.  Hmmm, maybe a loud purr.  Paw to the hair, why didn’t I think of that earlier!  Hey, you’re awake!  Meow.  Meeeeooooow.”  Ella Rams her head aganist a semi conscious  human.

“Ella! It’s 6:45! You sleep all day. An hour of sleep once a week!  You sleep all day.” Paula looks into the eyes of a wild looking animal, hungry wild animal.

“I’ll just stare at you then!” Ella quiet cat voice responds.


“I have always felt like a fish out of water.   Even on the beach, people stare.   Am I really that different?!”  Natalie looks at Frieda.

“I’d kill to have that hair of yours!  Maybe they like how you look.  Your at the beach relax!   God, girl live a little! It wouldn’t kill you.”  Frieda smiles and points out the boys on the surf boards. “The tall one keeps looking over here. …..I think he likes one of us.   I wonder who?”

“He’s just starting.  I’m not sure that’s sick or like on his face.   I bet he doesn’t even see us.   Yep, he’s after somebody else.  Wait, he’s really coming over here.   Don’t look at him!” Natalie starts to raise her voice a but.

“Oh you caught yourself a man, Natalie!  Look him in. .. don’t let this one get away.” Frieda giggles.  She hopes it goes well this time.

Scott finds his way toward them.  About a hundred feet out he comes to a stop.   He stands slack jawed.   Blinking eyes to clear his mind.

“Whoa, she’s got a tail.  I knew she wasn’t from here!” He speaks softly.

snake Eyes

The roll of the dice.  Lives and loves take tragic turns .  The one bouncing over another to become a six.  The thrill of winning.  The jealousy of the loser smacks the air around the table.  The dice dance is the air of possible outcomes.  Senses bounce through the people looking on.

The score of a lifetime is riding on the soft green table top.  Intricate lines convey messages to the players.  The are no breaths taken.  The pause of existence until the next bounce.  Then another halt of time bounces.  Seconds are years long.  The green felt demands it.  The pass line demands it.  The shooter can only watch life come to an end or expanded another roll.

The world surrounding the dice, stacks of plastic.  Worth is only an illusion when the dice are bouncing. Bouncing. Spinning, Bouncing.  Every eye tries to stop them in vain.

“Two rolls a two!”

Blindman’s Bluff

The small white room packed in about fifty people.  The room was divided three tables and seven chairs against thirty chairs and standing villagers. The room was stale. It became so all so quickly.

The board had just finished explaining the picture of boxes, circles and a new park!  It was time to here from the crowd.  The room grew quiet.  Everyone watched as Jeffry Hobbs, tapped his white cane toward the podium.  All eyes on the blind man.

“Jim Diamond! You’re a thief!  Steal the only house with no stairs from the blind!  Bulldoze my home for a playground!  You gave Grocery World river land.  Build your damn playground there or your backyard!  Not on my property, you son of a bitch!”  Jeffry grabs a copy of the map and throws it toward the council.

He stands at the podium.  That time in front of a crowd.  It was seconds, but could feel like hours.  Beneath his glasses, his eyes reached out.  They weren’t really blind.  No one living still knew that.  He could make out vague details.  The board members were silent.  The hours of seconds weighed on him. 

“Hello?!  Blind guy here! Did you thriving bastards all go home?  I can hear breathing, but no doors closing.”  Jeffrey’s mind wheels.  The bodies hidden under his crawl space have motivated him to speak.  They have been there a long time.  He didn’t know the names.  But it wouldn’t look good if the home got leveled.  Would they figure out he could really see some things?  The blind guy would be a fraud.  They’d execute him for sure.  His home was saving his life.

“Jeffry, we’re giving you twice the value.  You’ll get a new home.  Think of the good to the community.”  The Council President Jim Diamond tries his hand at not picking on the blind guy.

“Jim, what the hell?  He can’t drive.  There ain’t no bus.  Hell, the school is down the street!  You still didn’t tell us why you gave them our land!”  A voice buried in the crowd rings out.  Molley Jones peeks through the crowd.

Jeffrey is confused.  To move or not to move.  Which looks better?  They want to help him.  “I want my home.  It’s all I got!”  He stumbles away from the podium.

His mind flashes the distorted faces that he remembers.  They are half blurred, but was that memory or his vision.  The heart is beating faster.  What if they come to his house, now?  He should have left instead.  They will find his hiding places.  The bodies will be found.  So many things.  They can’t take his home.  Not now, not ever.  It’ll be the death of him.

The Edge of the Universe

The new moon squeezed the light from the night sky.  From a murky twilight, individual stars blinked into view.  Patterns emerge from a purple black sky.  Minutes transform them into larger than life pictures.  Across the sky, the edge of the Milky Way glows.  It’s soft reassuring little, the cosmic nightlight man has always known.

Small stars begin to dance.  A gentle breeze swirls from the desert floor.  Xavier stands on bluff.  The universe splits the sky.  The objects swing across the sky in prefect formation.  They sense him.  Her stares toward the sky. He feels them.  He wants to run.  He can’t.  He is beginning to realize he never could.

His body rises above the ground.  Back arched, arms extended outward set like soaring wings.  His feet flex trying to feel the ground.  His fixed eyes don’t see the blue light that bathes him.  Through the light comes the grey man.  Behind him two more shadows come into view. 

 The grey man touches his chest.  He turns like a knob on a stove.  A vibration slowly forms around him.  A chest expanding and falling is the only movement.  Colors flash under his skin.  From the point of contact down the legs and across the arms the sparks race outward.  A faint smell of electricity wafts above the bluff.

Xavier shakes.  The cold of the night brings him to.  The sky has shifted.  As if crawling into their beds the stars fade.  A warm glow stretches for the horizon.  

How many times has this happened?

Children – Aisle Five Picture It & Write

Part of Picture It & Write challenge.

Elisa really liked to make sure she understood her shopping ads.  There are so many ways a store can manipulate there customers.  So she had he ad and the sign stated “2 for 1 special”.  Her ritual was find the nearest person.  Because she only wanted one!  Really she never bought two items this way.  Nope, mind control wasn’t her thing.  That’s all it was.  She knew it because before she came to the island that was her old life.  Sales and Marketing Coordinator for Buy Now And Save Markets.

Elisa thought a change was important.  Organic and Non GMO were not new.  Just didn’t exist in our world anymore.  So she set off the Island of Hunters and Gatherers, back to the basics.  The only hold over was she had to bring the market concept to earn her place.  So a week after it opens, here she is as a customer.

Gale was an island lifer.  Her first day at a new job.  Never had worn an uniform, never has to deal with credit.  She was so ready to leave the old ways, even though it was a small step.

“Hi, you are Gale?  I see your ad is two for one? Can I get just one instead?  I just really don’t need two.”

“I’m sorry.  We can’t split the children up.  Its bad enough they are for sale.  We never had to sell them before.  You know we just traded them off, the ones we didn’t want to eat.”