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Like a scene right out of On Golden Pond, her face displayed joy, hearing the loon in the distance! She tried to flex her ear in the magical sound’s direction, her forehead developing a tense crease line as she strained to hear. The calls began to fade.

‘Le sigh,’ she uttered, gazing at the gardens in full bloom. She was glad to be present here. Thankfully, the job didn’t put a wrinkle in her plans.

With the moon her companion, seeing it reflect on the pond, she pondered how to overcome her sorrow. Time hadn’t given her near enough relief.

What was that scent? The elite’s entire vanguard made scrunched up strange faces too. 

There was a large serving platter of cornbread in the middle of the buffet! Glancing over at the chef, I watched his amused reaction.

“How could you, Pierre?” My accent thick, and my anger palpable. 

Smiling, he said calmly, “I’m on a personal journey, a power trip, I suppose.”  

I took a deep breath. “For the love of money, I swear I will send you to the moon! How dare you impact my chances with this crowd?”

I turned, a captive audience had gathered behind me.

Fingers hanging in the water, trailing the flow as he rowed the boat. We stopped, and Jesse began to feed me grapes. He was such a flirt! He had arranged the boat trip before the coming big freeze. I do believe he was trying to forge a relationship with me or fill me with giddiness! Jesse was succeeding with the latter.

Suddenly, I jumped excitedly! Fish were biting on the fibers on the fringe of my shirt. Guess that will teach me to hang my arm in the water. With pole in hand, we proceeded to follow and finish them!

What a surprise. All these books are lying in the middle of the street. I’d have to make time now to read instead of always dancing. But first, I need to get some gas into the car. I got up from the grass only to bend slightly to see a fly landing on my purse. Oh, what a sight! Black with purple polka dots on his back. So strange! I needed to meet my boss after my shift on Wednesday. Or was it today? Where did that flash of light come from?

Wrestling to wake up from the weirdest dream.

The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one. 

I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.

Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!

Standing in the center of the shop, I realized that I’d be bankrupt by tomorrow. There was no way to charm myself out of this situation. Everything near and dear to me would be gone. I would need to see the lawyer downtown today. I kept thinking, “What the hell happened to me and my dream?” My eyes began to fill with tears. There was no other option but to file Chapter 11. Touching the lace on my smock, I let out a sigh as I looked around my salon.

The ugly cry began as I turned off the lights.

 

I fiddled with my guns while listening to the songs of the workers. The sun made my head throb. I shouldn’t have broken the seal on that 20-year-old cognac last night. Dipping my bandana in the spring water, I could still hear music thumping, or was that my headache? No, it wasn’t either. I cupped my ear to listen better. Then I looked up and realized it was a mob of angry people from the fields charging with their children in tow. Blinking profusely, was this a dream? It was real! They were wide-eyed and mean and coming for me!