The inspiration:
A story:
The warm breeze swirling around her.
Her clothes were neatly folded, placed reverently amongst a struggling patch of wildflowers. She was alone, taking one long last look at the blue sky above, imaging the decaying buildings before her when they were new and bustling with people and purpose.
Abandoned, few but academics and historians visited. She came to wander the land and honor the memories that came to her through the countless years.
Yes, they now had the stars;
Yet …
Gentling her smile, she dissolved into a shower of lights.
The warm breeze swirling through, indifferent to her absence.
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Now, your turn.
(thanks to Jimmie Bise for sending me this picture)
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Mr. Daniel Striped Tiger looked skeptically at the trolly.
This was what would whisk him away to the neighborhood of make-believe?
Fo-shizzle?
He looked at his watch. He had 15 maybe 20 minutes til boarding so he lit a cigarette and toyed with his cell.
He tried not to think of all what’s driven him to this all-too-improbable exigency. But the whirl in which he lived was no place for a tiger – this he understood with a certainty so many of his recent choices had lacked.
A text buzzered in from Lady E.
“C ya soon pussycat” it read.
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Owen gazed up the rails, wincing at the sight where they are no longer parallel some two hundred yards north. Just this side of the point where dense forest closes in and completes the encirclement of practically impenetrable branches and brambles.
A deep sense of déjà vue again swept over him as he retreated up the stairs toward the expectant bell boy standing with his luggage, once again brushing past in an uncertain course for the woman elegantly reclining in a corner booth.
“Look here” Owen wheezed, “I can’t seem to leave, are you SURE there is no alcohol here?
A deep sense of déjà vue again swept over him
i need a glass of red
the geezer spoke to me.
“son 10 years ago the governor, a certain mr. baracky, made his calling the reorganization of trolleys. he pushed through the trolley riders protection act. he said the nickle fare would never change and if i liked my trolleys i could keep my trolleys. well son see that trolley that’s the last run.”
oh.
ey
who knew
i been to portland just the once
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Lee
too bad they stopped serving that spirit there in 1969 …
Late October’s icy chill crept through the windows of the old trolley. Two figures huddled around a bank of corroded batteries, rag-wrapped fingers desperately working to clean terminals and connect wires.
“Can’t you fix it, Davey? You said…you could fix…it.” His little brother’s voice sounded so small and quiet and…afraid.
Davey COULD fix most anything. Before the Fall, that is. Now, with the grid offline…now, he didn’t know.
“Sure, buddy, just a little longer. Don’t you worry.”
But Davey was worried. The Eaters might find them any day. This was their one shot.
Eyes closed, he prayed…and threw the switch.