Beth March woke with a start. She’d been dozing through her life. Premonitions or night terrors? Buried under a mountain of quilts, feathers escaping, her sisters wailing, her head lolling on her neck. She always expected to die young. No big deal. Today is a new blue day. Cher singing “it ain’t me babe” in the background. Take it easy Marmee, I’ll make the tea. Amy, Jo, and Meg, take a load off. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
When Sleeping Beauty woke up from her 90-year doze un-kissed by a prince, she flung the plexiglass case off so hard it bounced on the forest floor lightly dusted with snow. Then she jumped off the bier and said, "It ain't Sleeping Beauty, babe. It's Anna. I don't want to marry a prince in a flowering meadow with bluebirds and butterflies flitting around with ribbons. What I want is to be a welder. They make big bucks." She stomped off.
Never told a lie. Any idea the kind of pressure that brings?
But it's over. As from this morning when Janey Plain asks, 'George, am I pretty?', watch me tighten my sash, before, 'As a picture.'
When Tom Duhl worries about the exam, I'll look up towards aquamarine, say, 'Top marks, for sure.'
As for dumb mutt Elvis–who desecrates crisp virgin snow, and farts, and does that other thing dogs do because they can–I'll just clap him, whisper, 'Good boy.'
Little Women: the Sequel
Beth March woke with a start. She’d been dozing through her life. Premonitions or night terrors? Buried under a mountain of quilts, feathers escaping, her sisters wailing, her head lolling on her neck. She always expected to die young. No big deal. Today is a new blue day. Cher singing “it ain’t me babe” in the background. Take it easy Marmee, I’ll make the tea. Amy, Jo, and Meg, take a load off. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Love this. I like to imagine Beth as a bad ass.
So clever! Love it! And wow, you really did amazing things with that phrase!
Thanks, Meg! It's a great prompt and such fun to play with.
Sleeping Beauty Says Princes Are Over-Rated
When Sleeping Beauty woke up from her 90-year doze un-kissed by a prince, she flung the plexiglass case off so hard it bounced on the forest floor lightly dusted with snow. Then she jumped off the bier and said, "It ain't Sleeping Beauty, babe. It's Anna. I don't want to marry a prince in a flowering meadow with bluebirds and butterflies flitting around with ribbons. What I want is to be a welder. They make big bucks." She stomped off.
Ha! What a wonderful twist!
So there!
President Opts For Easy Life
Never told a lie. Any idea the kind of pressure that brings?
But it's over. As from this morning when Janey Plain asks, 'George, am I pretty?', watch me tighten my sash, before, 'As a picture.'
When Tom Duhl worries about the exam, I'll look up towards aquamarine, say, 'Top marks, for sure.'
As for dumb mutt Elvis–who desecrates crisp virgin snow, and farts, and does that other thing dogs do because they can–I'll just clap him, whisper, 'Good boy.'
This is so darkly funny Terry! Thoroughly enjoyed!
Thanks, Meg!
Yes, Meg. Lighthearted is nice. Thanks for posting and making me laugh.