Monday, February 21, 2011

Journey through the Mind Blogfest

Sheila looked at Eddie.

            Sheila was not pleased.  No, not pleased at all. 
            Her BFF Brenda said that flying down to Florida in October would be a real hoot, and all the gang would be there.  So Sheila, Brenda, Kimberly, and all the other damsels headed down to their winter spot in Florida.  “Eddie will be there!” Brenda had said. 
            So they went, and hit the water at high speed, skimming over the shimmering glassy pond, trying out new maneuvers, out-spinning the other.  It had all started so perfectly.  The dragons, including Eddie, were keeping all their eyes on the damsels as they made the first pass-by.  Brenda turned to give Eddie that coy look that said so much.
            That was her mistake.  Out from the depths of the quiet waters came a wide-mouth bass, and gulped her down in one smooth motion before sinking down into the waters.  Gone, just like that.  Brenda was gone.
            The tragedy hit them all like a strong wind, and the damsels headed to the shade of the cypress at the edge of the water.  “What happened to her?!  Didn’t she see that one coming?”  Kimberly spoke bitterly.  She was always that way, so quick to speak, to judge the other damsels.  The others hushed her, while Sheila came to terms with the loss of her friend.  Kimberly was right.  Brenda knew better, but dammit, Eddie caught her eyes, and that was all it took.
            This was to be their season, their time to connect with the dragons and leave some larvae in the quiet waters.  Brenda let that get in the way of survival, and see what happened to her.  Sheila shook out her gossamer wings, and turned to face Kimberly.  “Brenda was a fool.  We know that.  But, we have to watch out for each other, and we forgot that.”  All the lenses in her eyes scanned the water, the trees, the sky, the grass—looking for the predators that came so quietly.  “Now, let’s get out there, and do what we do best:  feast on mosquitoes and bugs, shake the air with our wings, and be the damsels we were born to be!”
            As if one, the damsels rose into the air, and skimmed down across the swamp grass, catching insects as their laughter rang behind them.
            Some dragons angled in to catch up with them.  Eddie grew level with Sheila, “Say, uh, Sheila,” he stammered.  “Awful sorry about Brenda.  She seemed a good sort.  Uhm, would you like to go over to the willow, and check out some lower branches with me?”  Eddie’s eyes glistened with deeper meaning.
Thank you for the award!
            Sheila kept her course and eyes searching around, but she devoted a few lenses to observe Eddie.  He was attractive in that bad-boy way, and she could see what made Brenda focus on him.    She gave the matter some thought, and then gave him the only answer she could.
Susan Kane  @thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com
http://ajourneythroughthemind.blogspot.com
Thank you, Haley Jo, for hosting the blogfest!

3 comments:

  1. LOL! Yes, you have certainly stretched my mind! Can you imagine the chatter from all around us (from under rocks and flying through the flowers)? All the tiny dramas going on. Wow.

    I liked it...what a fun post.

    The Write Soil

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  2. On the contrary, as to your earlier comment, this is a very interesting story. I adore personifictiion stories - fantasy in its truest form. Great work!

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