Share Your World

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Share Your World

Share Your World – February 19, 2018

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How do you like your eggs?

I like eggs fixed all kinds of ways. I think we had this question before. Let’s see..I like them scrambled, fried, deviled, boiled, poached, and made into omelettes. That pretty much covers it. I wouldn’t have one raw, though.

Have you ever met anyone famous?

Yes, we met Kinky Friedman, who was running for governor of Texas. He was making a speech at a book store, and also signing his books. We met for a few minutes, took pictures, and had a short conversation. I’ve also met several other authors at book signings. To me they are famous!

There are a few local celebrities I’ve met, such as mayors, and TV news anchors.

Can I say I’ve met my daughter? She was an extra in a movie!

I’ve also met Natalie Maines, of the Dixie Chicks. Actually, we’ve personally known her extended family for many years. A wonderful family, each and every one.

What was the first thing you bought with your own money?

I probably bought candy. We had a little mom & pop store at the end of our street, so all the neighborhood kids would go down there to buy penny candy. Then, my cousin and I got industrious and created a little business to earn money. We’d buy bars of soap to decorate and sell. We did pretty good, too. Later on, when I had a real job with a paycheck, I bought a purse/handbag made of leather. I still have it, too. Here’s a photo of it!

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© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 272

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 272

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 272

warning…adult content

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Linda glanced over at Melody, again. She knew she wanted to know all about her brother, Ghost, but she knew it would take time for Ghost to feel comfortable opening up to his sister.

“I know you want answers, Melody,” Linda said. “I don’t know when Ghost will feel ready to say more about his life, and his life with Steve. When he’s ready, I’m sure he will. He may feel you’re not ready to hear it, yet.” She sighed, knowing there was still so much Melody had to learn about her new family.

Melody shrugged, “Guess I’ll just have to wait, then.” She looked out the window of the van, looking at the passing scenery, but not really seeing it. Her thoughts were on Ghost.

After a little while, she asked quietly, “He has problems, doesn’t he?” She was frowning, and biting her lower lip.

Oh, God…she is so like Ghost in the way she looks, and moves…how on Earth, what on Earth can I say to her?

“Honey, Ghost has been through more than anyone should ever have to deal with,” Linda said. “He has problems, big ones, serious ones, but he is doing his best. He’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met, though. Just take him like he is…just love him…that’s all he wants.” She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. “I will warn you, though, he does have seizures at times, so don’t be afraid when he does. Just comfort him, and see that he doesn’t hurt himself. It’s scary, but so far he’s come out of them okay.”

“Oh, Linda, that’s awful, but thank you for telling me,” Melody said.

They drove in silence for a little while, then Linda asked, “What about you? I know you were adopted when you were a baby, but they never told you until recently?”

Nodding, Melody said, “Yep, that’s about it. It was just out of the blue that I found out. Well, we never really got along. We argued all the time, my mom and me, then right in the middle of yelling at me, she blurted it out. I was shocked of course, and didn’t believe her. But, the more I thought about it, it made sense, I guess. We were nothing alike.” She shrugged. “You know, I was grateful that someone took me in for all those years, but it wasn’t Disneyland, for sure.”

“Were there any other children?” Linda asked.

“Nope, just me. After I found out, I didn’t see any reason to stick around. I was old enough to leave home, anyway, and be on my own. So, I just went here and there, traveling as much as I could. That’s when I saw Ghost and Steve at a place, playing a gig. That was so freaky. I had no idea what to do, ya know, seeing that Ghost looked just like me. I was scared to find out who they were, and where they came from. I wish I had, though.” She laughed, as she remembered that night.

“Wow, it sure must have been unsettling to find someone that looked like you, that you’d never heard of before,” Linda said. “I understand how you were hesitant to find out.”

“Um-hmm…I was at the time.” Melody took a minute, before she continued. “You see, Linda, I did have a pretty normal growing up. There were good times, too, don’t get me wrong. My friends had the same complaints about their parents as I did. You know how teenagers are.” She rolled her eyes, and smiled.

“Yes, I do,” Linda said, “and I’m trying to be prepared for when Stevie and Mandy are that age.”

Melody looked in the back seat at the kids. “They are awesome kids, Linda. I don’t think they’ll give you much trouble.”

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Over in the U-Haul, Steve was singing along to the songs on the radio, and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Ghost had been asleep quite a while, but was now waking up, and singing along with Steve.

“You awake, yet?” Steve asked.

“No, where are we?” Ghost asked.

“Well, hell, sit up and see for yourself.”

Ghost raised up a bit, to look out the front window.  “The mountains…Steve, it’s our mountains!” he was grinning big.

“Yep, the very ones,” Steve said, and laughed. “The Great Smoky Mountains. We’ll be up there pretty soon, and in North Carolina. I’m thinking we can make it all the way to the visitor’s center, and the cabins, before we stop.”

“Yes…don’t stop until we get there,” Ghost said.

“Well, unless you’d rather stay at the haunted old house, like that one time we did.”

“Uh-uh, no way, Steve. That old lady was mean.”

“I know, so the cabins it is,” Steve said. “Why don’t you call Linda’s phone? Melody will answer, and you can tell them our plan, ok?”

“Oh, good idea. Just remind me of the letters to push, again.” He took the phone from his backpack, and called Linda, with Steve’s instructions.”

In the van, Linda’s phone rang. “Hello?” Melody asked.

“Um, hey…it’s me Ghost.”

“Oh, hey, what’s up?”

“We was gonna tell ya we’re going to the mountains, and…oh, yeah, there’s some cabins we can stay at tonight,” Ghost said.

Melody relayed this information to Linda. “She says that sounds good to her.”

“So, that’s all I guess,” Ghost said. “Bye.” He turned the phone off, and looked at Steve. “Now what?”

Steve shrugged. “Keep driving for now. Oh, see if there’s a snack or some water in here. I need some of both,”

Ghost reached for a grocery bag down in the floor board. “Here’s some water,” he handed the bottle to Steve.

“So, how’s the hangover, today?” Steve asked.

“The what? Oh, I don’t guess I had one. Or it disappeared, or…well, I feel good,” Ghost said. He got out a package of peanut butter, cheese crackers to share.

“Well, I’m surprised, since y’all were drunk and high last night,” Steve said.

Ghost shrugged. “I don’t remember.”

“Do you remember sleep walking and climbing a tree?”

“No, just you saying I did.”

“Hmm, odd…well, did you have any weed left?”

“Yeah, a little bit. Ya want some now?” Ghost asked. “I can roll one.”

“No, we’ll wait until tonight in our cabin. Sound okay to you?”

“Sure,” Ghost said, and grinned. He caught the underlying message Steve was suggesting. “We can do that, too.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

 

Where Do the Children Play – Song Lyric Sunday

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Where Do the Children Play – Song Lyric Sunday

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 2/18/18

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For SLS today, Helen has suggested songs about the Earth. There’s many ways to interpret this, as in saving Earth’s resources, Earth Day activities, world peace, going green, and many others.

My thoughts on this song is that yes, we’ve come a long way in commerce and technology, but at what price? More and more green spaces are being taken over by the progression of more buildings, and concrete everywhere. Wilderness areas are slowly disappearing, wildlife is being forced out, and pollution is everywhere. This seems to benefit nobody, in my opinion. Indeed, where do the children have left to play?

Thanks for the prompt, Helen!

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“Where Do the Children Play”, by Cat Stevens, can be found on his album, “Tea For the Tillerman”. It was released in 1970, was written by Cat Stevens, and is on the Island Records label.

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Where Do The Children Play
Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want,
Cause you can get anything.
I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can’t get off.
Oh, I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you’ve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
‘Til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
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Songwriters: Cat Stevens
Where Do The Children Play lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC
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© 2018 BS

 

Friendly Fill-Ins

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Friendly Fill-Ins

Friendly Fill-ins: Week 93

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  1. My Chinese zodiac animal sign is __________________.
  2. My zodiac sign is ___________________.
  3. Income tax season ___________________.
  4. In hindsight, _______________________.

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  1. My Chinese zodiac animal sign is the Tiger
  2. My zodiac sign is Sagittarius
  3. Income tax season is something I’ll never understand
  4. In hindsight, we shouldn’t have bought that last jigsaw puzzle. It’s too hard, and we’ve already put it away.

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© 2018 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – his/her’s

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – his/her’s

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 17/18

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Today’s prompt suggestion is to use ‘his/her’s’. Thanks, Linda!

His and Her’s monogrammed towels. Yeah, that’s what I first thought about. Why that? I remember when I was a kid, we’d go to my granny’s house on Christmas Eve for a get together with some family members that were in town. We didn’t see these relatives very often, just at Christmas mostly. We’d have supper, a gift exchange, and most times the men would play dominoes.

Anyway, my aunt would all the time give my mom a set of his & her monogrammed towels. I always thought it was a nice gift, and were really pretty. Later on my mom would complain about it. She didn’t care for them, year after year, and said it wasn’t a good gift because there was no thought behind it. It was as if my aunt just grabbed something, without thinking of what my mom would like, or her interests, or anything.

Do they even have monogrammed towels these days? I have no idea, but if we had some I’m sure we wouldn’t care what towel we used, just so we had one to dry off with. If I only had the ‘his’ towel, I’d use it just fine.

That makes me think of toys for kids. You know, boy toys and girl toys. Why does it make any difference what toy a kid plays with? I know my sister and I had plenty of so called boy toys, like trucks and cars, cap pistols, and little green Army men plastic figures to play with. My first bike was a boy’s bike. We also had our dolls, and tea party sets, and play jewelry and make-up sets. I think a child can choose what they like to play with, and it may be the so called boys toys or girl toys, no matter if the child is a girl or boy. They’ll go from one to the other many times during a day of play.

So, that’s my thoughts on this lovely Saturday, about all things his and hers.

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