Semi-Daily Scribbles

The mask was said to have transformative powers. Sally discovered the cover up made her skin red and puffy. She hadn't counted on being transformed into an overripe raspberry. The mask made her twitchy, too. Sally's usually cool temperament gave way to crying jags and shouting matches. She was up for a tussle with just about anyone. Sally had driven off the people who could have made a difference. She was always the DIY type. No one dared tell Sally her instincts were no longer spot on. She'd lost her edge, and those gut feelings of hers had gotten her into a jam of late. Sally complained of being abandoned. She worked hard to keep her ducklings in line. None of her friends would've been so well known were it not for her careful ministrations. Sally knew best when it came to fashion and philosophy, art and politics. Her lost lovelies couldn't dress themselves, let alone offer an opinion on the state of the nation, before she happened along. She was their fairy godmother with supercharged powers. Sally's friends were lucky to have ever known her. It made no sense why she had to beg for admittance into their lives. She made them. Sally was at the center of it all. They'd come back.