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Eclipsed (a far-too-short fantasy inspired by Kimchi)

Eclipsed

We were always conjoined. Our emotions flowed from one to the other like a tempest of teapots, sloshing everything and everybody close enough to get slobbered.

Like the time Kimchi called exclaiming she just had to go traipsing to Guernsey to see the eclipse. No, she couldn't do it anywhere else! Exotic was her cuppa tea and there was browsing to do at the quaint little stops. This island past nowhere where Walmart hadn't wiped everything out. And there was that hope for a glimpse of the old-fiery-ball being chawed and spit out.

I'd just sunk my teeth into a mcburger. I had more mundane things to work out. Like lose my long-sniggering innocence, I thought.

I had it all planned to a tee, the tent with one sleeping bag (the other left at home... so convenient...), the tempting location, a soft tangle of tansy with a view of the lake in the tree-topped lee of a rock in case someone was watching. I had tapers for romance and pop tarts to eat. I had plenty of tangerine Tang to drink. I had trojans!

I carefully wrapped the two mooncakes for an after-dessert.

That day went really well for us both. I could feel Kimchi's emotions swelling inside me every time she oohed and aahed holding some trinket or riding while stroking her horse. I was stoked. She told me later she hadn't a clue (well... maybe a little) as to why she was so aroused by clotted cream and scones dreaming of some damn slice of silver sliding over a platter of gold. After-all, the clouds were already wispy with not a promise of clearing in sight.

Then the moment arrived, Sunshine radiating at me and my moon exposed to the sky... I gasped... as the heavens clapped in applause... and then all went dark as the faucet flowed forth. It soaked us till we had to run to the truck. Huddled against the cold the moment was over (there was no room to resume and someone was shriveled up from the chill). When a rainbow came out it was time to drive home through thick mud and dry off.

Half-a-cloud-covered world away, Kimchi sighed as she wrote:

It was light, then it was dark, then it was light. Then it was over. *yawn*

When I shared it, Sunshine exclaimed,

... at least she got a souvenir to take home.

© Kåre Enga [160.177] 2009-08-12

Inspired by that last italicized line. It came from a blog entry: "Invalid Entry"  of KimChi .

Disclaimer: Now... I do not know the lovely Lady Kimchi... she and I are not conjoined; in fact, we have never had the pleasure of meeting. Still... the line was far too good to pass up and the details of her trip wove in nicely, so I sat at my computer and it just wrote it's little-old-self.

And no... this is in no way biographical... and no... I'm not sharing the real-deal and no... Kimchi doesn't know either, so don't bother to ask.

Anyhoo... go blead a blog , get inspired, write, WRITE WRITE!

Montana: 55° at 1 p.m. in Missoula; cloudy and rainy (no thunder, no eclipse, no sun, no moon to be seen).

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