SS - Into the West

Finally! A song scene, albeit a very very short one. :)

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A white gull flew near the horizon over the sea. Kenta lifted a hand to shield her eyes. Were there silver markings on those wings? The glare of the rising sun off the water made her eyes sting despite her efforts and the bird remained indistinct. “Is it him?” She asked at last, turning away from the glare.

            

 Moshen didn’t answer right away. His hands hung loose at his sides. The light did not bother his keen eyes.

           

Kenta pressed her hands together to keep from tugging on her friend’s arm. “Moshen, is it him?”

           

“Gulls with silver markings are common here, Kenta. I can’t see the pattern to know for sure.”

          

  It was his! It had to be. Kenta leaned up onto her toes and wished she could fly. She hummed and then let the words spill out “And all will turn to silver glass, a light on the water, all souls pass…”

           

“No one has returned from the East yet.” Moshen frowned at her. “You let your hopes fly away with you, small one.”

          

  “So why are you out here at sunbreak then?” Kenta stuck her tongue out at him.

          

  Moshen’s next words almost slipped away with the wind but Kenta heard. “A fool’s hope is better than no hope.”

A Post of Threes

 Three necessary things for an Epic Road Trip:

1)   Duct Tape

2)   All natural peanut butter

3)   Massive amounts of music

Three things I forgot:

1)   my much battered baseball cap (I hate wearing sunscreen on my face)

2)   a towel (apparently Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy failed to impress the dire importance of this on me)

3)   Dutch Blitz (*cries*)

Three questions to ponder:

1)   Why do people laugh when I say I have to go through Saskatchewan because it is on my list of places to visit?

2)   At what temperature is tenting (in an ordinary tent) a bad idea?

3)   Are the Uncle Remus tales racist?

(Possibly) coming up next… Brer Eagle and the Three Roads on the Way to Grandmother’s House

SS - Beautiful Ending and Helpless

April song scene for Barlow Girl's "Beautiful Ending" and KD Lang's cover of "Helpless"

Take 1 (utter inspiration fail)

Crows gather where…

            Derek dove into the room face first. The door swung back against the wall with a crash as he skidded across the floor on his stomach. Paper cranes blew off the tables

            “Ouch.” I winced.

            “Derek, you moron, if you’ve crumpled any of those, I will break your nose again.” Huni said but her eyes never left the pink square of paper between her hands.

           

Take 2

Crows gather where the saints fall

All Agnes wanted for her birthday was a picnic in the woods. With ice cream and lemonade and peanut butter raspberry jam sandwiches and dill pickles and cake. It  didn’t seem like too much to ask for for her one and only sixth birthday.

Six was ages older than five. Six year olds could go to sleep away camp and play on baseball teams. Six meant riding the long yellow bus, a matching lunchbox and backpack, and spelling bees.

S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-

Agnes pulled the Velcro straps tight. She wiggled her feet and scrutinized the sparkly pink runners. Were they on the right feet?

F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C

She stood up and jumped up and down a couple times. They felt alright but she’d been wrong before. “You are lucky you don’t have shoes.” Agnes told Gus. She blew a kiss at him through the bars but he was entranced by the carrot from lunch.

E-X-P-E-A-L-I-

She held both her arms out for balance going down the stairs, hopping over every third step. After all, you can never be too careful about monsters. Every jump shook her hat off balance until, as she hit the landing, it tumbled off and hung from its ribbon. Hmmm… Agnes squinted against the sun and dusties. Eight steps went from the landing to the floor. She bent her knees and stretched out her arms.

D-O-C-I-O-U-S

But she didn’t float like the sun-dusties. Her knees hit the floor first, then her chin but her tongue hurt the worst where it caught between her teeth. Poop!

            “Agnes!” Footsteps and worry noises came whirling down the long hallway. “What were you doing?”

            “Falling.” Agnes blinked back tears. Blood was welling up on one of her knees. She hoped this wouldn’t ruin her picnic plans. Mama had already made the sandwiches and cake but it would spoil everything to eat them inside at a table.

            And she really really wanted to show Mama and Dadda the sparkly gate by the willow tree. Then they could tell her why it was sometimes invisible and couldn’t be rained on and smelled like vanilla without being baked.

            And whether it was okay to ride a unicorn when he invites you to tea.