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Bonjour, Decembre!

Originally published on December 02, 2005

           She sighed and reluctantly handed him the car keys to their blue porche. She looked him up and down in his khaki shorts and black tee shirt and bit her lip. He held a neatly wrapped present under his arm and had his hand outstretched for the keys.
           “Don’t get reckless, ok. Keep it in one piece.”
           “Don’t worry, sis. How bad do you think I am? It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
           “I just can’t bear to see you hurt or in trouble.”
           He smiled in his perfect way as she placed the keys in his hand.
           “Oh and-“
           “Don’t stay out too long. I’ll be fine sis; I can take care of myself.”
           She watched him go out the door into the crisp frozen air. She smiled to herself as she watched him close the door and drive away. She shook her head as put on her coat and headed outside to their second car. Her sister ran out the door in her slippers as she grasped a coat around her frail frame. Her hair was in messy tendrils flying from her head as she ran to the car.
           “November, don’t be so hard on him,” she said. “You know December is strong, he’ll be safe. Promise me you won’t go after him.”
           “Don’t worry, October. I’m just going to the store to buy some eggs. We seem to be out of them, again.”

Welcome, November!

Originally published on November 01, 2005

           November pulled her charcoal gray coat around her pale face as golden leaves continued to fall from their gnarled branches. The occasional tree would cling to lipstick red and highlighter orange leaves as she passed; a few had fallen off accidentally and crunched under her step. She could feel the souls around her returning to their sleep from the dreadful event the night before. It was a horrible gift of feeling the dead, but she was inflicted with it, not her sister, so she must deal with it as properly as she could. There wasn’t much else to do.
            She arrived a large white house with peeling paint. The windows were blackened and filled with webs. Mice flew across the dusty floor as a black cat slunk through the shadows of the collapsing house. Not a single thing was in tact and the door hung like a drunk from its hinges.
            “October,” November yelled into the open house. A shaped stirred from under the grand piano, which was now struggling to support itself on two legs like a lame dog. “It’s time to go; you’ve had your time to play!”
            Out of the darkness and dust from the morning light came a rasp of early morning.
           “Not yet, November. Five more minutes.”

There’s a Spider in My Closet!

Just a little nonsense to get you through until August. Go to "Comments" to find out why.

            “So let me get this straight,” he said. “All I have to is wish it and it will be gone.”
            The pixie on his pillow nodded her head emphatically causing her small body to act like a rocking horse, while her wings flapped to keep her on the pillow.
            “And this is easier, how?”
            She shrugged her tiny blue and white polka-dotted shoulders until they reached the top of her pointed ears.
            He closed his eyes, tight and thought hard. He went towards his closet and lined up all of his clothes on the pole, paired and lined up his shoes, and put his sports equipment away in his duffel. He removed the dust, got rid of the spider, and just for good measure cleaned the walls until they shone. He looked over his work one last time and satisfied opened his eyes. The room was unchanged, except that the pixie wasn’t on his pillow. He carefully tiptoed over to the closet doors and opened them. His clothes were falling off the hangers or stuffed in piles on the floor. The clothes covered his shoes and his sports gear was thrown all over. Dust and cobwebs decorated the inside of the dark dirty closet. He threw up his hands exasperatedly and slammed the door shut before falling on his bed.
            Inside the closet there was barely light enough to see by.
            “My, my just a little dust. And they are so inhospitable these days,” the spider said.
            The pixie giggled. “Humans just aren’t used to insects anymore. Especially arachnids.”
            “I’ll say,” the spider said carefully walking up the wall towards the crawlspace door. “Well, stop by again, you know where to find me.”
            The pixie nodded and waved, “I’ll see you soon.” And with that, she disappeared in a puff of dust.