Best friendships are like sushi, raw.
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”
–Ernest Hemingway
Category: short story
We Congregate and Loiter
I started my blog with WordPress and felt like I was clapping with one hand for a long time.
Then one day a friendly kindred took a chance and hit the follow button.
Then another kind soul joined us. Pretty soon I wasn’t talking to myself but I was chatting with other like minded people.
I became a part of a gang. Not a thugish lot more of a collection of odd balls, think high school chess club minus the steroids. What’s that? Your chess club wasn’t on the juice? Ok, forget it. Bad analogy. I’m missing the point. Refocus. Let’s try another quote, shall we?
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” -C.S. Lewis
and one more to make up for the steroids tangent:
“I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.” -Walt Whitman
If you’re reading this, you’re a subscriber which means you’re a friend. Thank you sweet pal!
xoxo,
Sandra
Filed under: Thoughts on Friendship. A Suzie81 Speaks prompt.
Friendship: A Comic
This week Suzie81 Speaks of Friendship. To which I say, friendship is for the birds.
Like this one who greeted me yesterday morning as I was brewing a pot of coffee. How birds learn to fly is beyond my feeble reasoning skills. I prefer to imagine that each bird pairs off with a cherub. Something that looks like this maybe:
Hello little cherub! Aren’t you the cutest little star?! Cherubs have wings you know. As seen here:
What does this have to do with friendship, you ask? Only everything. Because the cherub teaches the finch to fly and in exchange the finch teaches the cherub to sing the most beautiful songs. It’s a give and take kind of relationship.
What’s that? Sounds dicey, you say? Ok. Let me think some more about it and have another go at it later this week. Look for more to come on friendship.
Stronger Than Coffee
“The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert.”-Johnny Cash
The scent of cheap draft hits me in the face and makes me wish your breakfast smelled more like it was poured from a pot rather than a tap. You’re telling another one of your childhood stories about far away battlefields that make me squirm and wish I was a runner. Because if I had a pair of running shoes I would be lacing them up right now. I’d run down the street that turns into a country road that eventually leads to the on ramp where I could choose from east or west. I’d head out toward the water. Straight into the salty chilly air that soothes and comforts. The sound of the sea drowns out your inebriated voice and lulls me into believing everything is going to be ok. But I’m wearing flip flops today so I tell the bartender I’ve changed my mind. Line up a beer and a shot instead.
Forget what I said before. I blush at my selfish daydream and ask you to repeat that last part again. Because I want to be here for you. I want to comfort you and listen in a way that can erase the night terrors. In a way that will take away your loneliness because I know that although our family is intact you feel lost in this world stuck in a unit of one. I overhear the bastard at the end of the bar whisper the word crazy and nod in our direction as he’s talking to his pal.
Let me tell you what’s crazy. Crazy is giving a boy who is busy learning how to be a man a rifle and teaching him how to take a life and snuff it out as effortlessly as plucking weeds from a flower bed. Crazy is expecting that man-boy to dust off his pants, wash his hands and deplane that international flight in tact and unscathed when his tour is complete. Crazy is further anticipating that he will get back into his car as he did before and return home fully capable of functioning outside of the combat zone, able to give and receive love, able to raise a family with that nightmare as a constant heavy shadow.
I finally understand now, I completely get why your breakfast is poured into a tumbler instead of a coffee mug. Coffee just isn’t strong enough.
The Outcome In The Case of The Ice-Cream Fumble
If you’re just tuning in…
We left our heroine at the unfortunate scene:
Before heartache and darkness had a chance to set in, our protagonist decided this would not be her undoing! But first the powers that be say it’s nap time and on a case like this rest is exactly what needs to come next.
“I’ll get down to business after I get some shut eye. But what will be my next move?” she thought as her eyes grew heavy and she fell gently into dreamland. The idea came to her in her sleep…
“Grandma and Grandpa will know exactly what to do! Mom, let’s go.” The long drive was somber as she considered the possibility that it might be a lost cause. “Will Grandma and Grandpa sympathize? Will they help me recover from this unfortunate set back?”
The plan proved to be a smashing success!
Sometimes pictures say it best:
The end.
