A surfacing goldfish unsettled the rafts of lily pads. Open mouthed, he gulped – “C’mon in!”
Tempted, my Barbie and I leaned over the still, black pond. Away he dove – a neon warning.
Reaching for gold, a body could drop into nothing forever.
A surfacing goldfish unsettled the rafts of lily pads. Open mouthed, he gulped – “C’mon in!”
Tempted, my Barbie and I leaned over the still, black pond. Away he dove – a neon warning.
Reaching for gold, a body could drop into nothing forever.
I loved “a neon warning” and all the things that could mean.
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You just have to learn to read the signs, eh James?
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::runs back to your post to see what I missed::
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Haha! I think you divined all there is.
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Wow! Love that last line Sue!
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Ain’t it the truth, Jean?
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Such a fanciful take on the prompt, yet grounded in reality with the presence of Barbie.
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Barbie was my best buddy back then. Thank you for the visit!
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Love that final sentence, “Reaching for gold, a body could drop into nothing forever.” Nice.
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Hiya, Kathy. Thanks. Goldfish are dangerous critters luring us all with their pretty colours.
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I never cared much for dolls, for exactly the reason you say…My mother bought me one every Christmas (“There should be a doll under the tree”, but she had been poor as a child and was really buying me dolls for herself). The few dolls that were not babies, were the ones I made my friends—just as you say about Barbie. I told them stories and talked to them as my equals, all the time..never played at mothering. (The role of wife and mother was something I promised myself to avoid, given the models around me.) Yes, five brothers, and we lived upstairs from my father’s funeral home. Good training for a weirdo….or a poet…same difference.
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Oh my, Cynthia, I’m in the middle of writing a story about a female undertaker! What an interesting family!
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It’s interesting….there was no Barbie when I was growing up, with my five brothers. My only sister came along when I was fifteen, and I left home when she was three years old. I don’t remember if she played with Barbie—so the Barbie phenomenon has always seemed strange to me, as I observe it from a distance.
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I grew up with Barbie. I never played with baby dolls as I found them incredibly dull. Who wants to pretend to change shitty diapers and cook dinner for daddy? Barbie and I had adventures and I told elaborate stories with her as my main character. She was an fabulous actress. So adaptable!
FIVE brothers?! I’m speechless. That’s just a shocking amount of testosterone to endure.
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Send Barbie.
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Send Barbie where?
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Into the pond…to fetch the gold!
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Methinks you don’t like Barbie.
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Quite the splash this flash is…lily pad rafts – 🙂
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I want to be 11 again.
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Me too. You go first…
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Wonderful, but I do hope you and your Barbie are not going to supplant Harry and Lady Smock.
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Sheesh. Can`t a woman take a break from the melodrama of the Gatehouse?
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It’s just that I felt so sorry for Ken not getting a mention. Anyway, I don’t want to detract from your excellent story… and a universal situation experience at a fish pond.
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