Mike Allegra did it again. He had me laughing until my sides hurt. Happy Sunday.
The Fire Inside
by Mike Allegra
Transitioning back to my house husband role was easier than expected.
The new high-tech washing machine that Ellen bought turned out to be cooperative and friendly. It even sings a little song at the end of each load, which is far more pleasant than the roaring, meaty farts offered up by the dryer.
I cleaned out the refrigerator — throwing away the squishy things that were supposed to be crisp and the crispy things that were supposed to be squishy.
And I reworked Ellen’s filing system; that is to say I “filed” and created a “system.”
After removing the old and unneeded documents from these files, I found myself with a stack of paper about four inches high.
My son, Alex, stopped me on my way to the shredder. “Don’t shred them,” he scolded. “Burn ’em!” This idea seemed slightly psychotic, but…
Inspiration, the fuel for writers, is everywhere. This was my Saturday night in my little mountain town. Don’t be surprised if you come across a similar scene in my WIP. And of course, don’t try this at home!
The Fire Maiden
Before night rose and a gibbous moon bloomed in the branches, the laird serves barrels of golden elixir and a banquet to sate eager watchers. His dominion is ancient, revered, a relic and ruin of glory past. Bull frogs call from green waters, and birds of the goddess bleed on the walls with cryptic messages and jesters.
Darkness arrives with candlelight and the flames leap.
Enter the Fire Maiden and her minions.
Those who beheld the dance in years past stood back knowing the heat would gust and sear.