I got my baby indigo to finally eat! For those who don’t know, it is a long and drawn out process. She is here, with me at school (Shhhhhhhhh…We’re not supposed to have pets).  I still haven’t named her but will get on that as soon as I may and get a picture posted to boot.  My computer is still with Dell…as soon as I get it back I’ll be back to doing more complete posts.

But for now…here is some free writing I had to do in my short fiction class.  The teacher was reading from this book full of wacky thoughts and sentence-short stories and we had to try and imitate the style.

People ask me why I wear sunglasses so much.  “Trying to be Joe Cool,” they ask, “Trying to be Pensive Pete?”

“No,” I say, “I just hate to squint.”

When I squint, my whole body squints and I clench up and I get achy and my mind shuts down.  Wearing shades fixes that.  My hungry eyes open and when my eyes open, my body opens and then my mind opens and that is when interesting things fall out.

“Do you have any idea how old I am?” spat the angry, geriatric frown.  I added his purchases up pleasantly, desiring to leap over the concession stand, cut him in half with a chainsaw, and in a smiley, customer friendly voice, calmly count the rings to him.

“A blue safety blanket,” he told me, “for four headed monsters under the bed.”  “A rough, tough and tumble teddy-bear,” he said, “For boogey men scratching in the closet.”  “A holy wafer,” he whispered, “pocketed at church, for vampire moths flapping at the window.”

And then, his father walked by and he fell silent and stayed silent.  He did not have an answer for that.