Buy Me the Moon…

“Yes, I’d like the moon balloon, please.” The man said as he looked at the colorful conglomeration of helium filled mylar.

“Oh, the moon? Yes, I…” The woman paused as she looked through the entire sorted stack, then spotting it at the very top, frowned a little and sighed. “You sure you want the moon?”

“Well, nothing is too good for my little girl, and when she asks her daddy to buy her the moon, you better believe that her daddy is going to buy her the moon.”

“Well,” said the attendant, “I can’t argue with that.” And begrudgingly started untying the mass of balloons one strand at a time.

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Million Dollar Question…

“Pods.”

“Is that what they are called?”

“Yes. Pods. Quite sure.”

“So, like peas?”

“Hrm. Yes. I guess your right.”

“Seems silly, don’t you think. They don’t look anything like peas.”

“That they don’t, son. That they don’t.”

“When did the last one die?”

“Oh, long before I was ever born. Back in the 21st century.”

“Seems a pity. They seemed like beautiful creatures.”

“From the vids I have seen, they were quite the creature.”

“Why didn’t we save them?”

“Now, that my son, is the million dollar question.”

“What’s a million dollars?”

“A completely different story, son. A completely different story.”

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An Artist’s Anxiety…

Trenchant and desperate thoughts stirred his soul as his brush moved across the canvas in harsh strokes, splattering blues and greens, blending yellows with reds, leaving indistinguishable traces of the masterpiece that lay underneath. He called it “Inner Self”.

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