There was something I was really supposed to tell you. I remember writing it down somewhere. Was it on my iPhone? No… I forgot to charge the stupid thing again last night. I didn’t have my journal at the time, so it couldn’t have been my journal either.
Agh, where did I write it down? The thing I definitely had to tell you. Something important… Somewhere I wouldn’t lose it or forget where it was… Why do I always do this?
It’ll come to me eventually.
One more day to go in the A-Z challenge!
There are two things that I would like to take a moment to clarify – well, at least two.
First, Socrates my husband would have been nothing without me. I was the real brains of the operation. Have you ever heard of the Socratic method? Yeah, it should probably be called the Xanthippic method – but, whatever.
Second, many men hate uppity wives. They claim not to – that they like “strong women.” Yeah, right. My husband really loved me – and I him.
That’s why (by the way) I switched the hemlock out for something else and we enjoyed a long life together after he supposedly died. Take that, Greek History.
I’m not angry. I’m not even sad anymore. I am simply riddled with invisible bruises, like how a long ago broken arm twinges before a storm.
Why were you so cruel? Were you insecure, not ready to have a child, blaming yourself for my faults, real and imagined? I stand by your grave like standing by the ocean, by a sunset, in front of something too great, too imaginary to really understand.
I should leave flowers, a prayer. I can’t, not yet, I don’t know why. Goodbye.
3 days to go! I’m now way behind on everything but that’s okay. Peace and blessings!
For the record, unicorns are real. We’re not all white and we don’t all have shiny silver horns but otherwise it is all true. Some might categorize us as a special breed of horse with a unique trait: the horn thing. Some of us have wings, but that doesn’t mean we call each other pegasi-unicorns. Do we really need to put a label on it?
This kind of thing is why we hide from the mortal world, with all its inter-species prejudices. That and the whole hunting us down thing. Okay, mostly the hunting us down thing.
Yeah, I was paying attention. I know what you’re planning to do and have a pretty good idea why. I’d like to say something like “good luck” and “see you when you get back.” I’d even like to try again to talk you out of this.
Instead, I just want to point out – one last time – that 1) dragons jealously hoard their treasures, 2) this one has never bothered us and 3) I’m pretty sure the princess chose to leave for her own reasons, ie. to get away from you and your unwelcome advances.
Please, at least finish Dragon Slaying for Dummies, especially the chapter on What to Do if Escape Seems Impossible. There are pictures. Just saying.
Well, good luck.
Almost to the end of the A-Z Challenge! Congrats to all my fellow writers going for it this year. So, what do you think. Have you ever had a friend or acquaintance determined to do something you knew was a bad idea and felt the need to try your best to talk them out of it? Have you ever done something great and impossible-seeming despite people trying to talk you out of it? What do you think? Here’s to all the dragon slayers out there and to all the people who care!
It’s an old story, old perhaps as time. My world changed the day we met and I can never quite figure out how. Mom pressured me to go spend time with you, because “you never know how long you’ll have.”
I hated the smell, the cloying perfume and flowers, the crowded collection of photos and knickknacks. I hated your tiny living space, the old log cabin in the middle of nowhere without cell phone service, without internet, just this crappy old landline. What was there to do for fun?
Then, you spoke. Then, we walked. You taught me about nature and the world we live in, about the simple joys of a simple life.
Here’s my Friday post for A-Z Challenge. Almost to the end now!
One day, you will know how it feels to be the
The one whispered and tittered about, as you walk the gauntlet of public opinion on the way to class, or your job, or whatever.
One day you’ll know how that feels, but
You will never know how it feels to speed across deserts, windows down, wind whipping through your hair, like I am now.
You will never know how it feels to sit on this lofty vista, to breathe in the rarified air of this moment, a time which will never come again:
Alive, precious, unique, one of a kind.
You will never know what it’s like to be me.
You will never know what you’re missing.