It's fiction, but in just 58 words

That's we I call it Fiction in 58.

Flush/Hope
The girls balance on railroad rails, and giggle as they try to touch fingertips as they pigeon-step on the polished steel as it rounds a bend.
“First one that falls off has to kiss Jeremy Saunders!”
The girl is awkward, a little plump. She slips from the rail.
Her cheeks are flush, warm; it’s the color of hope.

What, you were expecting a report on my first day on the job? Let's let the honeymoon continue before I weigh in - for the last time - on my real-life job, OK?
Besides, I don't have the Internets at my house yet, so it makes it very difficult to post. I scrounge the best I can. Thursday is the supposed blessed day of immaculate connection (cross your fingers for me, K?).

3 comments:

RachelRenae said...

Dear God, you moved!! Where the hell have I BEEN? I have some catching up to do. Blessings blessings blessings in whatever your new job is! (I haven't caught up yet!) Sounds like you're having fun, anyway. :)

RachelRenae said...

Wow. So, now I've caught up. Let me just say that I identify very personally with the transition you're in now, having just done it myself a few months ago (though you seem to have a much better attitude about it than I did). I'm excited for the new things ahead for you! It's wonderful to get back to your roots and be closer to your family.
I think it's significant that your other lead in California didn't come through- this is what I call a "God Thing". Everything happens for a reason.
Also, I thought your neighbor (the older lady, the unofficial mayor of the neighborhood) was delightful. :)

Can't wait to hear more!

Anonymous said...

Sounds too good to be true. How are the breweries?? When do you get to eat the turkey balls?

- Snarky Pants