Precious one…so small…so sweet… — Purplerays

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Quote: Jean-Michel Basquiat

I was a really lousy artist as a kid….
I’d never win painting contests.
I remember losing to a guy who did
a perfect spiderman.

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Violet and Ian…4

“The animals slept with you last night?” he asked, looking down at her on the couch, her body mostly hidden by blankets, dogs and cats.

Violet covered her  yawn and nodded.  “It was fantastic.”

“I think they enjoyed it as well,” chuckled Ian, looking at all of them laying on top of her.  “You need to get up, eat, and get ready.  Jimmy will be here in an hour.  You have a lot to do today.”

“But if I get up,” she said, petting, Muffin, “I’ll have to move everyone.”

“Down,” he said and the dogs immediately jumped onto the floor.  The cats didn’t move, but simply looked at him with distain.

Violet gently moved Jack and Jill, putting them both under her blanket.  Then she got up.  “Sorry,” she said.  “I probably look like something out of a horror film.”

“Actually, you don’t,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“You’re good,” she laughed. “Not looking at the rest of me is a show of strength, or a LOT of practice.”

He sighed.  “Mary, will make whatever you like for breakfast.”

“Mary?  Is she a chef?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.  You hired a woman to take care of you.  I’m kind of impressed.”

“I’m so glad,” he said, as deadpan as he could.

She laughed, and pushed against him.  “I’ll be ready in an hour.”

“Good,” he said.

“Hey, Mary,” she shouted.  “Cornflakes and a banana, please.”

“How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Even BETTER,” she said, turning back to Ian, who was watching her.  She licked her lips and did a little dance.  “Chocolate chip pancakes,” she sang and Jemma, the French Bulldog, ran around her in circles.

Once she had disappeared, Ian closed his eyes and mumbled, “She’s…distracting.”  Then he shook off the feelings he was having and called Jimmy.  “Get her anything thing she wants. Make sure you get some surprises for her too. Diamonds, or something you think she’ll like.  Her eyes are blue so maybe blue topaz.”

“Uh, Boss?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Oh no reason,” said Jimmy.  “Unless you count the fact that you’re buying her surprises and expensive gifts and. if I’m not mistaken, you want her to be happy.”

“Just do your job.”

“Sure, Boss.  Anything you say,” he snickered. “Anything you say. The Boss has got a girlfriend, the Boss has got a girlfriend, he laughed into the phone.”

“I’ve killed men for less than that.”

“I know,” said Jimmy, a smile in his voice.  “I’ve seen you do it.  Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of her today.”

“Thank you.  Pick me up at the office at seven.”

“I’ll be there.”

“And Jimmy…”

“Yeah, Boss?”

“Get yourself a couple of new black suits.  You’re going to need them.  Just put them on my tab.”

“Thanks, Boss.  But why?”

“Just do it,” he said, and hung up.

 

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Light and dark…

as dusk nudges
light out of the way
the night stretches
and looks around
always on the hunt
for a good time
it drifts
into open doors
and follows
the the music
concentrating
on jazz
it sways
and rustles
through trees
and peeks
into windows
searching for
a partner
willing to
dance
with
darkness
to twirl
and spin
through
shadows
without
touching the
ground

I quickly got
my shoes
and ran
outside

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Excellent book for girls or for teaching…

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The Librarian…6

“Librarian?” said the woman, softly, looking at the man sitting on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf.  “Sorry to interrupt you, but do you have a minute?”

“I’ll be right back,” said the Librarian, to the man.  “Don’t move.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The Librarian and the woman walked away, so they wouldn’t be overheard.

“I just wanted to tell you that two things have happened,” said the woman, “First, someone was grabbed last night, on the way home from her art class, but she got her attacker in the knee.  Second, three fraternities had parties and only two women showed up to one of them.  When they realized they were the only women there, they left immediately.  We are boycotting their parties.  The guys are upset.  The guys are very upset,” she said, smiling brightly.  “We just wanted you to know.”

“Thank you,” said the Librarian, happily.  “The boycott is a brilliant idea,  Especially, since so many women have been drugged and gang raped while they are there.”

“Not anymore,” said the women.  “We aren’t going.”

“Thank you again, for telling me, but I have to take care of the man on the floor.  I’ll see you tonight at our regular meeting, okay?”

“Looking forward to it,” said the woman, a crowbar in her hand.  “See you then.”

“So,” said the Librarian, sitting down next to the man.  “What do the people have that you want back and why do they have it?”

“They have my brother.  If I don’t do what they want, they’re going to do something terrible to him.”

“What do they want in exchange for your brother?”

He continued to look down, his hands next to him, holding him up.  “They want the Immortality Spell in the book I was trying to steal.”

“Who are they?” asked the Librarian.

He sighed and shut his eyes.  “The Aces,” he said, softly.  “And yes, before you say anything, I do know that they’re the bad guys and that their magic is black, but my brother is going to die, if I don’t give them what they want.”

“Did you actually think you could get aways with stealing from them?”

“Yes.”

“You’re dumber than you look.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I already figured that out.”

“So what’s your plan?” she asked, leaning against the bookcase across from him.

“Be invisible and go and get my brother.”

“And you think that will work?”

“No.  But it’s all that I have.”

A very small gargoyle toddled over to the Librarian and hopped onto her legs.  “My father won’t let me go near the edge of the roof,” she said, miserably.  “I want to, so will you talk to him?”

“Buttercup, your parents love you.  They think you should practice sitting on the edge of the highest shelves for a little longer.”

“But I want to be on the roof, like some of the others.  Bobby can go out there and so can Jasmine.”

“I’ll talk to him,” she said.

“Oh, thank you, Librarian,” squealed Buttercup.  “I knew you would help me.”  She flew to her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek.  “I’m going to go sit on the bookcase now.”

“Be careful.”

“Hugs to you, Librarian.”

“Hugs to you, Buttercup.”

“I think I have a head injury,” said the man.

“I doubt that.”

“I saw a tiny gargoyle talking to you.  It’s one thing to even see a gargoyle, but it’s another thing to hear that they have parents and can TALK.”

“Right,” said the Librarian.  “Well, you can sit here until you feel like leaving, and good luck with the Aces.  Personally, I think you and your brother will end up dead, but that’s actually the silver lining.  I mean you won’t have to feel guilty for getting your brother grabbed by the Aces and you’ll still be together, sort of.  Maybe, I have no idea, really.  I’m just trying to make you feel better.  And no.  You can’t have the book.  I have lots to do, so, the door is that way.”

“My name is Wilson Cormak, in case you’re interested.”

“I’m not.  Have a nice life, no matter how short.”

 

 

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Some things…a poem

there are some things
that live their entire lives
unseen by our eyes
they are born
live
and perish
with only their
song
and friendly
birds
or animals
to touch them
now and then
no human voices
no fear
just a quiet life
lived for its own
sake
waking
and sleeping
to
it’s own rhythm

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