Swaying back and forth like a drunken sailor after riding out a hurricane
Wesley enjoyed the open mouth stares as he sauntered by
Everyone was sure something was wrong with him, and he liked it that way
Reactions like that were worth their weight in gold
Verifying that he made the correct choice of donning this particular persona
Everyone noticed him, but his partner picking their purses and pockets… not so much.
Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
Vinyl jacket? Check.
Indigo blue Hawaiian shirt? You bet!
Nice pair of alligator slip-on loafers for the win.
Those corduroy bell bottoms would make it even nicer.
And the gold chains dangling added just the right amount of bling
Give me that fedora and the biggest feather you’ve got
Everything here might be old, but so am I so therefore it’s all…
Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest
Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually
Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out
It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.
That’s when the guns and swords came out…
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
The height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory
As they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything
Long into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious
Letting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed
Focusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit
All he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle
Nothing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain
Causing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more
Yet when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything …
Maybe this was her Olympic chance.
Everything hung into balance.
Did she have what it would take?
As she leaned in for a kiss she had the answer
Looking for the gold, she was settling for the bronze.
Image: stillmed.olympic.org/media/Images/OlympicOrg/News/2019/07/24/Tokyo-medals/2019-07-24-medals-thumbnail.jpg
The ring bound him to her. He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place. Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.
He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off. He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do it though. She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.
Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.
Image:dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g4-M00-27-D7-rBVaEFcJ6tqAafPwAAFzQniqwCg734.jpg/2017-stylish-classic-designs-jewelry-gold.jpg
Stories and photos from Scotland
A paper-cut survivor
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
AUTHOR
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Never Short On Words 