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PROMPT May 2nd What one fictional character would most like to meet and talk to? Why? What would you like to ask? A delta breeze that was more like a wind blew through my back yard, through my windows and into my house. Chilly as it was, I was enjoying the cool temperatures and the smells floating on the breeze. Orange blossom, lemon blossom, Mr. Lincoln roses. All of them heady and beautiful. I inhaled deeply as I took my mug of hot, steamy coffee to the patio table outside. Alas, the wind was a little too cold so I went back inside and settled on the couch. I closed my eyes and inhaled again. Nothing more comforting on a cool morning than a hot mug of coffee with milk. I was ready to enjoy the first sip when I heard a small, but persistent tapping. Tapping? I opened my eyes and looked around. Nothing. But...there it was again. Tap, tap, tap. And then TAP TAP TAP. And finally TAP TAP TAP! How annoying I thought and I sought the strange little tapping. I decided to open the front door and there, standing on the welcome mat, was someone I knew. Well, I thought I knew. Actually I didn't know at all but was dying to meet. He stood on my welcome mat with both hands on his skinny little hips. His grimy little t-shirt hung loosely from his shoulders. And his nasty little toes were sticking out from the tops of his sandals. And his hair? Well, he could certainly use a trip to the barber for a shampoo and a shave. Disgusting little creature. But I was intrigued. "Collin," I said in my brightest voice with my happiest smile pinned to my face. He harumphed. "What are you doing here?" I queried cautiously. "Doncha know?" he snorted. "I thought yer brain was bigger than that." I thought about kicking him, but because I was intrigued I decided to ignore his nasty little quip. He didn't wait for my reply. "Where's me coffee and where's me chair? I've got the answers ye seek." Confused but willing to play along I invited the rude little thing into my house and onto my couch. I offered a mug of the best coffee my Keurig could brew. I even offered milk but Collin only scoffed. "Coffee's made for cream. It's nothing without. And while we're at it, where's me sugar?" Holy smoke. This guy was really getting rude. But once again I offered a dish filled with sweet little cubes. He plunked four into his mug. Four? Well, maybe it would sweeten him up. "So ye've got some questions for me...hmmm?" "Collin, whatever do you mean?" "Oh, don't fuss with me," he sneered. "Just ask what ye want." He looked at his wrist. An ancient old Timex with a cracked face and rusted band hung from his wrist. "I've got only so much time. And yer wasting me time." Startled by the watch, since I hadn't noticed it before, I tried desperately to collect my thoughts. And then it hit me. The blog prompt! It was so simple! The prompt asked me what fictional character I'd like to meet! Of course! Collin had been invading my blog pages beginning in March. Once or even twice a week he's been showing up on my page. Talk about intrigue. So I took a deep breath. "Collin," I said politely. "You've been showing up in my blog. Why is that?" He took a glug from his mug and winked. Yes, he winked one of his enormous black eyes. And then he said, "Missy, that's one for me to know. It's your secret to solve." Okay, not much help there. So I posed another question. "Collin, you've got some crazy stories. They're all over the place. One time you're in love. One time you're looking for adventure. One time you're saving for retirement. One time you even rescue a bee. What story do you want me to tell?" Another glug and another wink. "Missy, I already told ye - it's my secret to know and your secret to solve." I could see this wasn't going anywhere. So I tried one last time. "Collin, why me?" One more glug and one last wink. He pointed a long bony finger at me. "I'm not at all sure. Except that the story's in yer head. And ye've got to get it out." His nasty little finger tapped the near empty mug. "And that's all miss! That's all I say! Ye've got to get it out." I just looked at him. He looked at me. And in a whoosh he was out the door, his maniacal cackle fading down the street. I was left with my thoughts. And here's what I thought: Collin has a story to tell. And he picked me to tell it. I'm not yet sure what it is. I don't think Collin really knows what it is either. But yes, there's a story to tell. And I've got to get it out. So here's to Collin and whatever story he brings to my blog. |
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