The morning was frigid with a light drizzle of nearly freezing rain. Macy pulled her bright yellow trench coat tighter around herself while trying to avoid the dangerous puddles that filled up large potholes in the run-down street. The walk to the library from Macy's apartment was fairly short, just down the block, but it took an agonizingly long time in such treacherous weather. "Just wait until they finally come back for me," she thought to herself , "then I will be able to travel faster then the speed of light."
While crossing part of the street that was especially slick from the ice frozen overnight, Macy kept her eyes focused downwards in order to pick her way carefully. "Ooof," she exclaimed as her face smacked into a large pile of blubber. Or at least that's what it felt like. Macy looked up into the face of a very large man. As she examined his droopy cheeks and inset eyes, the man rather reminded Macy of one of the species her friends had introduced her to while she was aboard their spaceship, one they called "gluk," who were known for their large gravitational force.
"S'cuse me," the man muttered, wattling on his way.
Macy said nothing, the vivid memory of happier days bringing an overwhelming flood of emotions to her mind. Saddened, Macy entered the library only to be scolded by Edith for her tardiness. Macy apologized numbly, hung up her coat, and grabbed a small stack of returned books waiting to be shelved.
I wrote a poem for you. I also did my end of the scolding.
ReplyDeleteA poem for Spacey Macy
Do you know how late you are?
You live around the corner--it's not very far.
Did you hurry? Did you run?
Faster than a shot fired from a gun?
I don't think you did--you don't look out of breath
Well listen up, ducky--next time, the penalty will be death.
9:21 AM
ReplyDeleteI have partially forgiven Macy for her lateness. She told me, in one of her more lucid moments, that she heard there was a shooting, and Mr. Yilmaz, the tiny little coffee man, was injured. He wasn't shot, apparently--I have no idea what happened to him, actually--but his cart was ruined.
9:25 AM
If any one tries to shoot me, I'll savage them with my umbrella.
9:26 AM
And my dentures.
9:28 AM
But what if I die? Who will take care of my cats?!
9:30 AM
Perhaps Macy would do it? Oh, here she comes, perhaps I should ask her... She's talking to herself a bit. Well, there's no harm in that, I do that all the time, muttering when I can't find my glasses and such...
"They'll call. I know they'll call. My friends from the sky are just a bit busy. They'll call," is what she's saying.
9:38 AM
I'd better find someone else to feed the cats.
"What the hell was that?"
ReplyDelete"It's the aliens!" <-- that's you haha
"The power's out!"
"Say, you got light over there, Dave?"
"I can't even see my own hand in fronta my face!"
10:28 AM
ReplyDeleteMacy's just told me that they've set up some monstrosity of a fair/carnival behind the library. Carnival: Root words carn, meaning flesh, and vale, meaning farewell. Farewell to meat. The original carnival was supposed to be the day before lent, when all the people stuffed their faces with as much happiness as they could and danced about in beads and feathers. Mardi Gras. During lent, Catholics aren't supposed to eat meat on Fridays or something, so they ate a lot at the carnival in order to say goodbye to it.