The inspiration:
A story:
The sun warmed, the breeze caressed, filled with heady scents of earth and green, growing things.
One foot in front the other, for uncounted hours. Or none.
She really didn’t know. Her feet had lead while she marveled at quiet, the fields, the flawless sky and the fact that the pain was gone.
She stopped. Now there was a memory she didn’t know she had until now. There had been pain. And loss. Waiting and …
“Honey! Over here!”
She whirled, shading her eyes. At the sight of him, she started to run.
“Oh, Ronnie, how I’ve missed you!”
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Now, your turn.
Everything you know about Jupiter is wrong. 8 red spots. Mass, way lower than you think. And it’s just made of gas right? Wrong. We grew corn on the son of a bitch. You can stand on it. You can breathe the air. Aliens tried to hide it from us. But there is nothing an alien can hide that a drunk astronaut cannot find. Jupiter has dinosaurs. Not crappy feathered ones. Cool ones. And they bleed Dr Pepper. You’re always finding $20 bills on the ground. It’s great. Way better than Venus, which is a sad mess.
President Donald Trump
Very nice, Darleen.
Very, very, D.
Godspeed you crazy kids.
Colour My World
Darleen: excellent!
Antonin Dvorak and the Scarlet Tanager [molto vivace — 16:27-36]
Ip gissa gul
Durb
Stuart loved that blue dress. I did too, once upon a time. So when he told me, “meet me at the end of the lane, and we’ll get us both the hell out of here,” I knew I’d wear that blue dress just for him.
I walked all the way out to the road and waited. About mid-day I finally figured out that Stuart wasn’t going to show. Never did, never would.
I felt foolish lugging that big old Samsonite full of dreams back up to the house. Mama didn’t say a word. Never did, never would.