Tuesday Tales Heart of Glass
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“I can’t wait for the day
we actually use crystal instead of glass.”
“I know what you mean, I
think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend
kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since
Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded.
“The day we’re all
famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma
brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass
reading Heart Nectar on the side,
with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn
all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need
it.”
“Thank you for your
generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing
cinnamon, nothing could make the nearly impossible happen the right way.
Carolyn was too preoccupied to properly daisy chain thoughts together.
Reading her like a
supermarket tabloid was another fine gift Nixie possessed. She smelled out the
bullshit. “When you are you gonna stop being all coy and just tell me what
happened with George?”
Busted.
“I thought you’d give me
at least until the afternoon before you started the interrogation.” Stalling for more time, Carolyn could find
very few words that made sense, even for her. “I haven’t analyzed the situation
yet.”
“You’ve had an entire day
and night to analyze. I know you didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time
flipping and flopping with visions of doom and gloom mowing down the sheep you
tried to count.” Holding a pretend machine gun, Nixie graphically portrayed her
example.
“Dear God you’re morbid.”
“I’m more impatient than
morbid, so spill your guts before I spill ‘em for ya.”
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