Wednesday, July 07, 2010
My Favorite Season
Another quick scene from the novel. Tomorrow it's a fun post, all cocktails, all the time, in anticipation of the weekend.
I look into the cracked mirror, seven years of bad luck bisecting my face, making me look how I feel. The bathroom has no ceiling so dead leaves litter the floor, making me even more paranoid about snakes. Ah, fall, my favorite season, all dying trees and sharpened pencils and hope. Not this.
“Hey Em,” says Robin. I did not expect to see her here and am somewhat surprised she is alive. In high school, she’d come to honor’s English class, tripping on LSD and tell me about the night before when she woke up naked next to her car, no memory of what happened. She has one blue eye, one green, like a cat.
“You look like you’re seeing a ghost. Yes, I’m still alive,” she says, as if reading my mind. “So what’s going on?”
“Just taking a break,” I say. I look around to make sure there are no snakes. If anyone could bring them out of hiding, it’s Shiva the Destroyer.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It is better to be in chains with friends, than to be in a garden with strangers."
Pictures of summer cocktail galore tomorrow.
Benedictions and Maledictions
Sissy Lynn news -- she's still alive today. Thanks so much for all prayers and good thoughts and good luck to Chris' dog who is in surgery!