I'm consciously trying to find the least angsty interpretations of things, because I'm tired of my own angst.
Hmmm
Happy as a pig in mud
Spring. Plowed field. My little legs can't quite clear the puddles, and I know I'm going to get yelled at for my dirty shoes.
Long-legged Linda nudges me just right and I go down. I stare at her, horrified and betrayed.
"It's just dirt," she grins. (Ten years from now dirt will be anathema.)
I blink, she gives me her hand, I tug.
Mother yells at us both, but she's snickering as she gets the camera before she gets the hose.
I went to the fabric store and chose a beautiful ivory moiré, ivory chiffon, and pearl beading. For hours, I slaved over this dress. It had to be perfect for my first dance at college. It was the epitome of 90’s fashion. Sweetheart neckline, straight skirt, scarf that trailed down my back.
I put it on to walk across the quad and show my friend. Quickly, so no one would see it.
I got up to her room, breathless, and sat down. An awful tugging at the back and a heartbreaking sound.
As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Oh, I know. I just figured a groan is the proper reward for a good pun.
Heee! I thought it was going to be a stitch in time... Aimee.
I'm kidding...I'm the lightweight drinker ever. All I've got like Janis is the "kosmic blues".(Freaky...third time this month I said that)
(warning: shameless plug for friend's book ahead)
For those who enjoyed "Reading the Slayer", Roz's newest book, From Alien to the Matrix: Reading Science Fiction Film is out in the UK in both prohibitively expensive hardback and more affordable softback. But the US edition comes out in May, via Palgrave (an imprint at St. Martin's).
Note the plug by a certain Mister Gaiman on the front cover...
