I’m back from my self-imposed break. At the end of April I was pretty sick, but I pushed through the A-Z challenge. I was going to do the Story a Day challenge again, but I just needed to take some time and recuperate and finally get over this cold. Well, I’m feeling better so I’m back to the stories again, but they probably aren’t going to be everyday as that may have been too much to take on with all the other stuff I have going on. 🙂
“Al this is my friend Mr. Harris,” Al nodded in Mr. Harris’s direction while staring at the cucumber sandwich as Maddy introduced them.
“Weeellll, chap whaaaat brings yooou heeeere?”
Al gave a puzzled look and replied, “I was chasing a rabbit.”
“Oh a raaaabbit, how delightful!” Mr. Harris exclaimed nearly toppling over in his chair causing Old Maddy to giggle in a fit of hysteria until she snorted.
“Go on,” she urged Al as she tried to compose herself. Al began to wonder what she had poured from the special adult tea pot.
“Well, he had a key, a silver one, but I’ve lost him now, I’ll never find him.”
“Oh why do ya say dat?” Maddy implored.
Al shrugged, he really didn’t have a good answer, he just didn’t believe he could find the rabbit, so he replied “It’s impossible.”
“Ha!” Mr. Harris laughed,” Why lad when I was your age I believed in six impossible things before my ma made me brush my teeth. Count it, six!”
Al stared in disbelief, he had no idea what to say to the man who was shoving cakes and tea in his mouth as he tried to recite the six things.
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“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
Well, I didn’t follow the prompt, but I did continue my re-imagination of Alice in Wonderland Tale. As far as 6 Impossible things I believe in:
1) Magic-And I’m not necessarily talking about voodoo, though I wouldn’t mess with that, but they say love is the most powerful of all magic and that is good enough for me. Did you know there is good voodoo and bad voodoo. Gotta check.
2) We Can Do It!-I believe that one day women will truly be equal in the STEM fields (and maybe even dominate some). We’ve come a long way, buy we still have a ways to go.
3) Not one straight line in the timeline of history. I might have to draw a picture sometime for that one on the Maria story.
4) I believe it is possible to engineer new ways to feed, water, house, clothe, and provide energy for over 8 billion people on this planet without mining resources from other sources in the solar system. (I’m kinda an optimist-but I’m not oppose to exploring new sites, I would be one of the first to sign up.)
5) I believe in a higher power-whether that be God or the heavens or what, I don’t know and I’m not sure that we’re meant to know for sure, so I’m not going to worry over it.
6) I believe that nothing is impossible.
She flirtingly glanced
Slyly in my direction
I bowed and we danced
dare we take the chance
I sat staring out at the flying flurries, wondering what I should write. Nothing came to mind. I choked down the weak, bitter hotel coffee as my mind wandered out in the snow.
“Perdón, Señor, necesito directions a Seville. ¿Ayúdame?” Caitlyn attempted to ask the first decent looking guy she spotted. She was kicking herself for not paying more attention in Spanish class in high school. She was having a difficult time understanding the native speakers and her Spanish often contained broken fragments of English. This backpacking trip through Spain was not starting out as she had planned. All she wanted to do right now was to photograph some Spanish cathedrals in the morning sunlight and finish the day flamenco dancing in Seville. Then it was on to Madrid and Barcelona for more photography. Caitlyn planned to have a portfolio full before classes started in the fall.
“Sí, señorita,” he replied bringing her back from her thoughts. This guy looked nice enough, right? Her sense of danger a little off due to the lack of sleep at the student hostel she slept in last night. He motioned, “Sígueme.”
He led her through the town silently; Caitlyn snapping photos as they went. Outside of town, around lunch time they stopped at what appeared to be some ruins, of what Caitlyn had no idea. Caitlyn, too busy with her camera failed to notice she had been led down beneath the stage. ‘Señor Suave’ moved in close.
“¿Puedo sacar su foto?” he snarled.
Each week 1 country or region will be used as a prompt word for a 220 word or less challenge.
You may have read about my recently foiled attempt to acquire some contemporary art in Edinburgh. I want to let you know that I am not detoured by this recent set back or by the lack of good help as of late. You see I supply art to some of the richest and most famous, my client list would make the Oscars look like a frat party. I enjoy a lifestyle that is thus complementary to what my clients are willing to pay for the latest and greatest to adorn their mansions and palaces. As long as there is a buyer, there will always be a dark underworld to the art scene, that I am all to happy to indulge in. So as soon as the media buzz dies down and good help is too be found, my business will be in full swing. Artist Beware.
Art Theft Is Real And It’s Serious-This story was inspired by an actual theft. “Scottish Art Dealer Suspects Fiendish Forces Behind Edinburgh Art Robbery“