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PROMPT July 2nd We all know the mood-ring fad of the 70’s only predicted body temperature and not necessarily mood, but what if people could actually see your emotions, like an aura of color surrounding you. Would you try to mask it, display it proudly, or something in between? Collin peeked around the ancient wych elm that grew just inside the back fence of the humans that lived in the cottage down the street. His gnarly fingers clutched at loose bark as he leaned just far enough for one big black eye to see into the house. The human family was preparing for an outing. Picnic basket, blanket, balls, hula hoops, lawn chairs, and the biggest umbrella Collin ever did see. A woman, probably the mum and the wife, was packing food into the basket while two children bounced around her squealing and shrieking. Collin shook his hairy little head. How could humans be so loud? He hoped they would quiet down very soon. He preferred quiet. He covered one ear with a free hand. The mum clapped her hands and the children shot to attention like regimental soldiers. Collin sniggered when he saw that. In fact he started to giggle and then he started to laugh and then he nearly fell over. If that happened he would have rolled directly into their back door! That would have been horrible! Collin let out a "Whew" as spit dribbled down his chin. Collin peeked around the elm again. A man, probably the dad and the husband, walked sharply into the kitchen where the human children stood at attention. He gave them a quick survey and nodded his head, and then they all piled out of the house and into the car. The dad started the engine and they roared down the street so fast that dirt and leaves and even some little rocks were kicked up and hit Collin square in the face. Collin felt like spitting some profanities, but he didn't. He had to get to work. You see, Collin had a reason to hide behind the wych elm. He was on a mission. And that mission was dirty. Just the way Collin liked things. Just two days ago one of the human children was outside sitting beside the wych elm. She was staring longingly at her hand. Collin wondered what was so intriguing about her hand. He peered and squinted his beady little eyes from a safe distance. He kept staring. And then...he saw it...a ring with a stone that was the most beautiful turquoise blue Collin had ever seen. Turquoise was his color. HIS COLOR! That color spoke to him. It beckoned him. It called to him in the night. That turquoise color had a spell over him. He absolutely HAD to have that stone! So he plotted and plotted and decided he would simply sneak into the house and take it for himself. He didn't even feel bad about it. Stealing was what he did best and the only way he would have that stone. And that's how Collin found himself hiding behind the wych elm that grew just inside the back yard of the humans who lived down the street. Collin peered one way and then the other. And like lightening he dashed into the house, flew through the rooms, scoured every closet and desk, and finally, finally, found the beautiful hypnotic stone. He snatched it up and raced back to his cottage with the ring snugly on his gnarly green finger. He flopped onto his couch and held out his hand. What? The ring wasn't blue. It was...black. BLACK! Like his mood! It was no longer turquoise and it was no longer beautiful. It was dull and lifeless and Collin snarled in disgust. He tore the ring from his finger and threw it across the room where it landed with a splash into the tea he'd left in his cup. That was all he could stand. No beautiful ring. No happiness at all. Instead he was left with only the thoughts of his dark, dark mood. And there he would sit, scrunched up in a heap, cheeks puffed out and lips in a snarl. Yes, there he would sit...in a dark, dark mood. |
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