mercury tears
Jun. 3rd, 2015 12:38 amThe healing angel and I were eating a late dinner, very late. (How late? Like 10 pm) There came, from outside, a loud, hollow rumbling, like a kid peddling a Big Wheel. It seemed really close, like the kid was maybe pedaling up our driveway.
I realized it was someone rolling their trash bin to the end of their driveway. Probably my neighbor across the street. But it sounded like maybe she'd rolled it right up to my porch.
Since the healing angel had looked as nonplussed as I felt at the sound, I told him what I thought it was.
"No," he said. "That's not it. It's a carriage. A carriage that rolled out of the past into the present--just as it was going past our house--and then rolled back into the past again."
Later Little Springtime came home, and I told her the story. "Big Wheel? Trash bin? Can't you even tell," she said, "that it was an elephant dragging himself home after a hard day? Those were his footsteps you heard. And what about his tears? His sorrowful tears, made of mercury, not saltwater--did you hear those, as they hit the pavement?"
The healing angel and Little Springtime are awesome
. . . but now I need to go to bed. *sleepy*
I realized it was someone rolling their trash bin to the end of their driveway. Probably my neighbor across the street. But it sounded like maybe she'd rolled it right up to my porch.
Since the healing angel had looked as nonplussed as I felt at the sound, I told him what I thought it was.
"No," he said. "That's not it. It's a carriage. A carriage that rolled out of the past into the present--just as it was going past our house--and then rolled back into the past again."
Later Little Springtime came home, and I told her the story. "Big Wheel? Trash bin? Can't you even tell," she said, "that it was an elephant dragging himself home after a hard day? Those were his footsteps you heard. And what about his tears? His sorrowful tears, made of mercury, not saltwater--did you hear those, as they hit the pavement?"
The healing angel and Little Springtime are awesome
. . . but now I need to go to bed. *sleepy*
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Date: 2015-06-03 01:29 pm (UTC)Whereas the chun man and I enjoyed yesterday evening by pretending to be sportscasters, at Sheeyun's hockey game. Which his team won-- and he scored a goal.
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Date: 2015-06-04 11:03 pm (UTC)What made Hildegardenia your favorite?
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Date: 2015-06-03 04:53 pm (UTC)(I figure an elephant that cries mercury tears needs a really HARD drink)
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Date: 2015-06-03 07:43 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2015-06-04 02:04 am (UTC)Wow. I think that needs to have something done with it...
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Date: 2015-06-04 07:40 pm (UTC)Thanks for playing along :-)
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Date: 2015-06-05 01:08 pm (UTC)For the fantasy explanation, you should request a drawing of the elephant and a story.
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Date: 2015-06-05 05:20 pm (UTC)Of course, really I should learn to do these things for myself....
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Date: 2015-06-14 01:03 am (UTC)I love the stories. Thank you so much.
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