Semi-Daily Scribbles

It was the dream offer I'd been waiting for. It was a sign to let me know everything was all right, according to the story.

I was transformed by mischief into a merry-go-round and whirled like a cyclone on my tailbone in the yard. Winifred was nestled in my breadbasket, my left arm around her so she wouldn't be flung off into space. Such velocity! Bright flashes of golden light danced above our heads. Winifred swiped at them with her flippers, chocolate eyes crinkled in concentration. She laughed, and panted, then barked her approval. I felt exhilarated by the ridiculous speed. Leticia the Midwife was frantic, running about, tripping, sniffling back tears. Arcs of light streaked out of reach. They were giant fireflies, or bars of gold. We couldn't tell which. The jittery glow was like a peek past the pearly gates. Greetings from beyond the porch. It was night, but the hissing sparks we grabbed at lit up the universe. All too soon the game was over. We three participants clamored to disentangle ourselves from the business of play. Leticia the Midwife got a hold on Winifred and ran for the backdoor. It creaked open slowly as a swarm of twinkling bees hummed and hawed over our shoulders. None of us could afford to dawdle. There was a great tumult of wings and shouts, and we all shoved through the doorway at once. The floor was wet, we lost our footing (although I'd just found my legs), and gangly limbs were splayed out on the linoleum every which way. Like old times. No toes got stepped on, thank goodness, but the bees were put out by our hasty retreat. We all had a laugh just the same. The affair was like a slice of life, but with more ice cream and no spoon. Fantasy enhanced at no extra charge.

Oh, that sparkling light!