Staring at the cup as the machine finishes its work, the residual effects of my second Covid booster have me fixated on the beauty of the dark frothy liquid. For two days, my body has been in a state that could best be described as hungover. Recalling the days when copious amounts of gin were consumed with an equal quantity of abandon and mirth. The next day was payback for all that fun. It has been years now, but today I feel the effects mirrored by that libertine care abandonment of years ago.
The cup is ready, and it appears that life will continue a sip later. But unfortunately, my phone has sent an alert of a front door visitor. A deep sigh indicates that this might not be the time to entertain whoever may be there. Deciding to ignore the Ring camera and try sipping coffee from a reclining position on the couch, I move the magazine in my way. The cover picture would rattle me on a normal day. Today the sight of a piazza in a cast iron pan is almost enough to inspire a call to 9-1-1.
Forgoing the couch, I go through the process of opening the front door. Chains undid, Locks unlocked, steel bars rolled aside, explosive device unarmed, the door is swung open. I tawt I taw a puddyy tat,” was the first thing to come out of Tweety Bird’s beak. y shock at seeing her was only exceeded by the fact she was ten feet tall. You been hanging around that Alice person?” was my question.
Tweety just smiled and handed me an envelope, turned, and was down the driveway. Pity, the cat, was my thought as I opened the envelope. Inside was a message from Linda Hill. Here’s what it said.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a picture from wherever.” When you sit down to write your post, find a picture, whether in a magazine, newspaper, or even product packaging. Write whatever thought or emotion the picture provokes. Enjoy!
If you want to enjoy, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link
A Picture from Wherever by John W. Howell © 2022.
“Feeling rough, huh?”
“Yeah, a little. better than yesterday.”
“The booster did that?”
“Yeah. t was the same last time too.”
“So what was with the magazine?”
“The pizza you mean.”
“Okay, the pizza.”
“Can’t explain it. shot of a pizza in a pan, and I about lost it.”
“You should have gone right to the door.”
“And what come face to face with a ten-foot Tweety earlier?”
“I see your point. hose characters can be a pain for sure.”
“I just can’t figure out why they come around me.”
“Maybe they think you’re a character.”
I suppose that’s it.”
“Well, at least Resa McConaghy thinks it’s a good thing.”
“You saw her post?”
“I sure did. t was terrific so let’s go celebrate.”
“No pizza, right?”
“Just hops and barley.”
“Music to my tastebuds.”