Reaching into the past for grounding
Establishing a solid foundation
Viewing where to launch into the future
It all makes sense in the moment
Except when everything goes horribly wrong
When he randomly hit send on the email with the horrible typo
Quality over quantity was her usual mantra.
Unless it was her pretties, those were her weakness.
All of them called out to her, infused her with joy.
Running her fingers along their crisp edges caused tingles up and down her spine.
There was a magic enclosed in each of those perfect hexagonal beauties.
Zesty energy waiting to amplify her vibes into the universe.
Cockeyed grin looking so smug in your “victory”
Reaching for a Bud Lite in your broken-down trailer fridge
Oh yeah, you think you’ve broken my spirit
Complicit with your friends in pulling your juvenile prank
Oh you all had your laugh at my expense
Did you know the bill is coming? And you can’t afford it?
I am keeping receipts and taking names
Look, you might have won the battle, but I’m going to win the war
Everyone thinks I’m crying real tears, but soon they’ll know better. I’m just channeling my inner …
Everyone oooed and ahhhed as he climbed to the top rope
Looking at his stunned opponent, the Great Gaspy let out a hoot
Bending at the knee, he launched himself into the air
Out into the ring, the pad at the midpoint of his arm aimed at his opponent’s face
When his opponent spun, kicking up and knocking out the Great Gaspy, thus winning the match
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Littering trees cluttered the landscape with their refuse.
Every square inch of open ground was cluttered in orange, red, and yellow debris
And as I walk among the naked branches overhead, I wonder who’s going to pick all this up.
Foolish thoughts as I pull out my rake and curse my need for shade in the summer.
Abyss-black hair cascaded in waves down her back contrasted with her alabaster skin.
Luscious blood red lips pulled into a tight pout.
Lavish eyebrows that outline perfect ice-blue eyes.
Undulating curves in all the right places ensconced in a second skin of green satin.
Resulting in a woman who was the epitome of perfection.
Except she was only a picture on a magazine cover.
Starlight twinkled between the dead oak branches overhead.
Penelope’s breath caught in her throat. It was going to happen.
Every year, at midnight, the fae would open a portal to their world.
Cascading fortune and good luck upon all who attended their ball. It was supposed to be magical.
That’s why she was in such an unfriendly part of the forest.
After all the misfortune she and her family had been through
Capitalizing on this chance would change everything
Lurching into a clearing, she saw her dreams come true, the portal opened, and out poured the fae
Except they had such large pointy teeth and looked at her hungrily.
Clutching their hand because they are a treasure
Looking into their eyes, feeling the flutter in your tummy
And never wanting the moment to end
So you hold on tight.
Perpetual bliss
She turned around and around, as fast as she could.
Pushing reality out to arm’s length.
It let her feel free of the earth, almost flying.
Not that it lasted long, soon gravity reasserted its dominance and she tumbled to the ground.
What do you mean I have labor for my daily bread?
Only you want to pay so little for the value added.
Respect is cheap, and you don’t even pay me that!
Keep your worthless two bits, I’m going to find a better place to…
Stories and photos from Scotland
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