Champagne Challenge #113. Cleaning House, G Rated
Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:44 am
I only WISH I owned the characters....we'd be in Season 3!
This story brought to mind by Francis.....more voices are getting in line
G rated
Cleaning House
I meant to do my paperwork today, finish my income taxes….I feel like I’ve been paying them forever and I kept thinking about our “date”, when I could see you again.
I went to the closet and tucked above the hat box with my Mother’s Easter Bonnet was the box with the Angel Doll. Do you remember that year? The year the doll wrapped in pink tissue in a blue plaid box landed on the front door overnight? What did you say when the lid came off, when the ivory lace of the angel gown spilled out of the package? I pushed it aside and reached for the black hat I wear once a week.
So it’s time for me to clean out the boxed memories in the closet dust them off and think of every waking hour we spent together. We were each other’s guardian angel, weren’t we? It’s time we got together again…..so I’ll dress and be there by sunset, our golden hour.
Oh, yeah….the closet needs cleaning; too many memories are stacked like a Jenga game, just waiting for a piece to be slid out and my house of cards will collapse.
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I got out of the car, I know you loved this thing…..but it groans with me at the wheel, it knows you’re gone. My bloodshot eyes covered with my “Jackie O” sunglasses I drop to an arthritic knee and say a prayer for you, for us.
The Crypt was supposedly forbidden, it just wasn’t done….. When a vampire dies his body is “claimed” by The Cleaners.
We broke rules; together we forged out, left Josef and settled for each other. How could the term be “settled”? We fought for what we wanted and took it. Taking what we thought we deserved, we had no idea you’d be dead within the year.
Bad Blood? A Vampire Virus? I couldn’t offer what I had left of you for Guillermo to do a post-mortem.
I bought the crypt, had you interred and the rest they say is “legend”. I run my bent fingers over the ornate ivy engravings on the doorway, "Michael St. John - 1922-2012" still profoundly clear for the 37 years it’s welcomed me.
I know you'll wait for me, Mick, I love you………forever.
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More voices are getting in line......
This story brought to mind by Francis.....more voices are getting in line
G rated
Cleaning House
I meant to do my paperwork today, finish my income taxes….I feel like I’ve been paying them forever and I kept thinking about our “date”, when I could see you again.
I went to the closet and tucked above the hat box with my Mother’s Easter Bonnet was the box with the Angel Doll. Do you remember that year? The year the doll wrapped in pink tissue in a blue plaid box landed on the front door overnight? What did you say when the lid came off, when the ivory lace of the angel gown spilled out of the package? I pushed it aside and reached for the black hat I wear once a week.
So it’s time for me to clean out the boxed memories in the closet dust them off and think of every waking hour we spent together. We were each other’s guardian angel, weren’t we? It’s time we got together again…..so I’ll dress and be there by sunset, our golden hour.
Oh, yeah….the closet needs cleaning; too many memories are stacked like a Jenga game, just waiting for a piece to be slid out and my house of cards will collapse.
*****************
I got out of the car, I know you loved this thing…..but it groans with me at the wheel, it knows you’re gone. My bloodshot eyes covered with my “Jackie O” sunglasses I drop to an arthritic knee and say a prayer for you, for us.
The Crypt was supposedly forbidden, it just wasn’t done….. When a vampire dies his body is “claimed” by The Cleaners.
We broke rules; together we forged out, left Josef and settled for each other. How could the term be “settled”? We fought for what we wanted and took it. Taking what we thought we deserved, we had no idea you’d be dead within the year.
Bad Blood? A Vampire Virus? I couldn’t offer what I had left of you for Guillermo to do a post-mortem.
I bought the crypt, had you interred and the rest they say is “legend”. I run my bent fingers over the ornate ivy engravings on the doorway, "Michael St. John - 1922-2012" still profoundly clear for the 37 years it’s welcomed me.
I know you'll wait for me, Mick, I love you………forever.
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More voices are getting in line......