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Peaches should come with a warning label…

WARNING

PEACHES

buy at your own risk

the chance that you will be able to eat a peach
before it rots
is zero
you can watch your peach all day long
but if you look away
even for a second
it will ripen
then rot in its dish

If you must buy one
throw it away before you leave the store
it’s less frustrating
and the truth is
it will most likely ripen in the bag
before you get to your car
so that when you get home
you will have to dispose of the peach immediately
that’s just the simple truth

peaches have there own agenda
and rule number ONE is

NEVER TO BE EATEN

 

Street art…

French artist: C215
WIDEWALLS

Annie…Short story…14

“More cake?” asked Clark.

“Yes, please,” said Annie, who was standing next to the table, since the chairs were all occupied by sleeping cats.

“You can move one of them, you know.”

“But they look so comfy,” she crooned, petting a gray tiger on his tummy.”  The cat sneezed, licked his side frantically, then jumped to the floor and went in search of food.  Annie sat down and watched Clark pick up a calico and put her in a cat bed.  When he came back, a white cat was making a nest on his chair.  He picked the cat up and put her on the table.  She did upside down cat and stretched, turning into the longest cat anyone had ever seen.  Then she snapped back into a ball and purred before falling asleep.

“Good thing we didn’t want to make angels together,” snickered Clark.

Annie choked and fanned her face, trying to swallow the water in her mouth and breath at the same time.

“You okay?” he asked.

Butch ran to the back door and started barking hysterically.  An angel hit the door hard and started melting.  “The new wards your uncle put up are working beautifully,” she rasped, rubbing her throat.

“He’s actually very talented, intelligent and creative.”

“So he’s one of those, don’t look at the covers of books, kind of thing.”

“It’s, ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’,” said Clark, chuckling.

“That’s what I just said,”  said Annie, frowning.  Another angel hit the window.  “I wonder why they never catch on.  I mean they have to see that the others angels are melting, right?”

“Cluck,” said Adeline, as she strutted to her water dish.

“We have a perfect life,”  sighed Annie, contentedly, as another angel hit the wall.

“It is perfect,” agreed Clark, cutting a fat slice of cake for both of them.

“You must be Annie,” said the beautiful woman in the navy blue, linen suit.  “I’m Lucifer’s secretary, well, I’m actually his assistant, but I guess it doesn’t really matter what my title is because it’s the job that matters.  Anyway,  my name is Feather in the Wind but everyone calls me Sandra.”

“Why do people call you Sandra if your name is Feather in the Wind?” asked Annie, a bit stunned by the woman’s arrival.

“Because Sandra is short for Feather in the Wind,” said the woman, impatiently.

“How can Sandra possibly be short for Feather in the Wind?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t people call you Feather?”

“Why would they do that?” asked the woman.

“Because it’s your name.”

“Sandra,” said Clark.  “What can I do for you?”

“You father wanted me to let you know he will be home tomorrow, or maybe the next day.  He said not to answer the door or go outside.  He said to tell your uncle to keep reinforcing the wards and to stop staying up so late that he sleeps all day.  He said to tell the dogs to remain on high alert and to sleep in shifts.”

“Anything else?” asked Clark.  Sandra’s eyes lost focus as she started counting on her fingers.

“No.  That’s it,” she said. “Well, there is one other thing.  Tell Griffon that he better pay me back or I’ll make sure that some of his body parts stop working.”

“I’ll give him the message,” said Clark, grinning.  “Would you like some chocolate cake.”

“Yes please, but could I have it to go?”

“She seemed nice,” said Annie, once Sandra was gone.  “A bit hyper but nice.”

“She is nice.  She sane and that’s surprising when you consider that she’s been working for my father for a million years.”

“That’s a long time to do anything,” said Annie.

The hen tried to jump onto the table but kept missing and falling to the floor.  “Wings that won’t let her fly.  What an evil and cruel thing to do to someone,” said Annie, picking up the bird and putting her down on the tabletop.  “I’m sorry about your wings,” she whispered, to the hen.  Once the table, the chicken hopped over to the white cat, cuddled up to his side and dozed off.

“Sandra was here, wasn’t she,” muttered Griffon, as he leaned against the side of the refrigerator.  “I can smell her perfume.  It’s green, like emeralds, or something.  Maybe it’s rose, I can’t remember.  Possibly Jasmine. “Did she tell you to tell me to pay her what I owe her?”

“She did,” said Annie. “And unless you don’t want certain parts of your body to stop working…her words, not mine…I suggest you pay up.  What do you owe her, anyway.”

“I owe her a new sword.  If I pay up, I won’t hear from her again and that’s why I don’t do it.  I’m crazy about her but why would she want someone like me?”

“While that’s a very good question, I have a better one.  Why do people call her Sandra, when her name is Feather in the Wind?”

“Sandra is short for Feather in the Wind,” said Griffon, suspiciously.  “Didn’t you know that?”

“I’m going to my room,” said Annie.   “If I stay out here I’ll go stark raving mad.  Nothing makes sense and no one seems to notice,” she huffed, tucking a black and white cat under her arm.  “Humans do that, Jack is John, Margaret is Maggie, James Is Jim, Robert is Bob and now Feather in the Wind is Sandra.  What’s short for Annie?  Matilda?

“Nothing’s short for Annie,” said Griffon.  “What’s wrong with her?” he asked, turning to Clark.

“The hen’s name is Adeline,” said Clark, trying to change the subject.

“I can dig it,” grinned Griffon.  “How did Sandra look?”

“Fine.  She was wearing a navy blue linen suit and matching pumps,”said Annie.  “She’s pretty.”

“She is indeed,” said Griffon.  “We met at a the park in San Francisco, in nineteen sixty three.  She had flowers in her hair and man, none of the other angels even came close to being as gorgeous as she was.  Those were days of peace, love and acceptance, man.  People shared what they had and everyone was welcome.  Scared the hell out of the human establishment.  They wanted to shoot us.  Actually they DID shoot some of us. We were gonna change the world and get the guys out of Nam.  Good times,” he sighed.  That’s when I fell in love with her, you know.  She loved me too, but eventually, she wanted to grow up and well, I wasn’t really ready for that.”

“Are you ready now?” asked Clark, as another angel hit the window.

Griffon shrugged.  “I’d give it my best shot, if she’d have me.”

Annie turned to Clark.  “We can clean him up and try to teach him how to be an adult.” The hen made a noise that sounded a lot like laughter.

“Seems impossible,” said Clark, shaking his head.

Another angel hit the wall.  “Why do they never learn?”  Asked Annie, once asked again.

“This is earth, home of the chronically stupid humans,” said Griffon.  “A species that hunts itself and NEVER learns from its mistakes. They poison themselves, kill the only place they have to live, kill everything that walks the planet, as well as the things that just exist, like water, plants and air.   When the angels get this close to them, they get stupid too.”

“Why isn’t that happening to us?” asked Annie.

“The angels who are dying are disposable.  Like humans, the powerful guys at the top, send other angels to die, while they stay safe.  Gives them something to do”  said Griffon.

“That’s horrible.”

“Like, that’s life, man.  If you’re at the bottom, you don’t matter.”

“That’s so wrong,” said Annie.

“That’s earth, tiny sister.  And, that’s the way it will stay until the people on the bottom get tired of being there.”

 

2 pictures…

Image

Just a little someone…

Whatever comes next…

Pixabay
Nato Pereira

This wonderful picture represents freedom.  It’s walking away from life toward something new. It’s the end of the game.  It’s the best of the people, after having left their bodies behind. It’s beautiful and unknowable.  The man and the child above are walking away from something and toward something…at the same time.  They are holding hands on the way to somewhere else.  There’s no pain, no regret, no looking back.   There’s just whatever comes next.  That’s all there ever is…in life or death…whatever comes next.

Street art…

Pinterest
“Latortue”
Veks Vanhillik

Annie…Short story…13

Annie walked to the back door and looked outside.  There was a pure white egg laying between the iron gratings on the fire escape  The hen was carefully hopping up the fire escape stairs.  When she reached the landing she sat down on the egg.

“I think she’s moving in,” said Clark.

“Well, that can’t be good, can it?”

“Are you going to tell her she can’t stay here?”

“Of course not,” said Annie.  “I was hoping you would do it.”

“Not a chance,” he snickered.

A cat jumped from the roof onto Annie’s shoulder and nearly knocked her off her feet. Then she dropped to the landing, missing the hen and her egg by inches, and stood there holding a giant black feather in her mouth.

“Oh,” said Clark.  “That’s just my dad’s way of telling us that he’s okay.”

Annie grabbed the feather, kissed the cat, and went inside.  “Cake for breakfast?”

“Sure,” said Clark. “Why not.”

“What do you think about all that stuff your uncle told us last night?

“I’ve heard it all before.  Why?”

“I knew about the Angel Wars but I didn’t realize that the white wings enslaved the human species.”

“How could you not know that?  That’s why the angels went to war in the first place.”

“I guess no one ever told me,”  said Annie.  “I certainly would have remembered, if they had.”

“The white wings enjoy being worshiped.  They instill awe and fear in the humans who are terrified enough to believe that angels are something they’re not.”

“I still don’t know why anyone would want to save humans.  They kill everything, including each other.  They should go away.”

“Do you really believe that?” asked Clark.

“I do,” said Annie.  “If they weren’t here I wouldn’t have to guard cats because they would be safe and every other living thing would be safe as well..”

“That’s true.  But they are being manipulated by another species, shouldn’t they be given another chance.”

“Of course not.  None of the animals they have killed aren’t getting another chance, are they?”

“You’re right.”

“I’d wipe them out in a second.”

“You probably could,” he said, smiling.

“What if I really am your sister?” asked Annie.

“I suppose we’ll have a big party.”

“I want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.  You took me in and gave me a home when I had nowhere to go.”

“Yeah, how lucky are we,” he said, grinning.

“Why doesn’t Lucy ever visit the puppies?”

“She’s in charge of a lot of things, so she doesn’t have time.  Besides, she’s my father’s hound, so when she’s here, she stays with him.”

“Our lives are kind of strange, don’t you think?” said Annie.

“Only if you compare them to the lives of those who aren’t us.”

“Good point.”

An angel hit the front window and fell three stories to the ground.  The dogs went wild and Griffon staggered into the room, yawning and rubbing his eyes.  “Did I just hear an angel hit the window?”

“You did,” said Clark, calmly.

“Well, that probably shouldn’t have happened,” he said, sleepily.

Another angel smashed into the glass and dropped out of sight.

“Maybe it’s raining angels,” he snickered, wandering into the kitchen.

“He did a lot of LSD and pot when he was here before,” said Clark.

“Is that why he ate all the sugar cubes and brownies?”

“It is.  He never gives up hope.”

“Lennon was wrong,” said Griffon, standing in front of them in full battle gear, a blazing sword in his right hand.  “You can Imagine all you want but you need a sword to get anything done.  You also need a lot more than love on a rock like this one.” Then he let out a battle cry, ran to the window, and literally threw himself into the air.

“I didn’t expect that,” said Annie.

“Neither did I.” said Clark,” running to the window.  “Butch is killing the two angels who fell but two more are incoming.”

“Move,” said Annie, pushing him to the side.  She looked at the angels flying toward them and saw Griffon fighting a third to her left.  She held up her hands, palms toward the angels and said, “Go away white wings and never come back to us.”  There was a bright flash of light and the angels were gone.

“Nice,” said Clark.

“Thanks,” said Annie,

“Cluck.”

“You think we should name her?”

Clark stared at the hen.  “Probably.  Any ideas?”

“How about Adeline?”

“Really?”

“Do you like Lois better?”

“No, I kind of like Adeline but those are human names,” said Clark.

“She’s a human chicken,” said Annie.

The hen stood there waiting.  “Cluck?”

“We should probably let her decide, don’t you think?”

“Probably,” agreed Clark.

Annie looked at the chicken and said, “I’m going to say a few names and when I say a name you like, peck at my shoe, okay?”

The hen bobbed her head, walked in a small but tight circle, then stood in front of Annie. “Elizabeth?  Lois?  Joyce?  Kimmy?  Adeline?”  The hen pecked at Annie’s shoe then began to strut back and forth.

“Adeline it is, said Annie.  “Welcome to the family.”

“I need a beer,” said Griffon, as he clamored through the window.  “Nice job, tiny angel.  I saw what you did.  Pretty cool.”

Lucifer appeared in the living room and looked around.  He was covered in angel blood, his hair was wild and he looked younger and happier than Annie had ever seen him look.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you,” laughed Annie.

“Makes me feel alive,” he said, a little too loudly.  His eyes were sparkling with delight. He pointed his sword toward the window and an angel flew into it and disappeared.  “I heard they were trying to get to you,” he said.  The muscles on arms were bulging beneath black and silver straps.  He looked like the beautiful winged superhero that he was.  Another angel was heading toward the window, saw Lucifer and changed his mind.  Lucifer snapped his fingers and the angel fell out of the sky.

“Yo, bro,” said Griffon, chugging a can of lemonade.  “How’s it goin’?”

“I’ll deal with you later,” said Lucifer, glaring at his brother.

“Hey man, like what did I do?”

“Annie, ” said Lucifer, “I found out that I am your father but we can talk about that when I get back. I just wanted you to know.”  And then he was gone.

“Hey, tiny sister,” said Griffon, grinning  “What did you just get yourself into?”

 

 

 

Image

I saw a heron yesterday and thought about what she would wear to lunch…

Wind…poem

someties
the
wind
acts
like
a
child
having
a
temper
tantrum
in
pubic

 

it
runs
wild
through
the
trees
kicks
things
around
shakes
rattles
and
rolls
until
it
wears
itself
out
and
becomes
deathly
still

 

I
think
it
starts
out
as
a
two
year
old
goes
through
adolescence
then
calms
into
adulthood
and
stops
altogether
when
it
gets
old
enough
to
die

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