To See or Not to See
Good grief, has a week passed?! I wish I could say that it was because I was past the 25,000 word mark but alas this story isn’t working up as fast as last years. Although, I did add a hot dude – a tall dark, smart, handsome, come-to-your-rescue type of guy. A mysterious, tough, good hearted bad boy. Trust me ladies, you wouldn’t want to bring him home to mama, but you might consider chaining him to your bedpost. He dresses in tight black t-shirts and bulges in all the right places. He prevented the Federal Agents from arresting Mya for something she didn’t do by picking her up (literally and figuratively speaking) at Hell’s Run Station and smuggling her onto his ship right under their noses. They are now on his spaceship heading for Earth Sim II – a planet settled after the original Earth got a bit crowded. All the major cities have been reproduced – some of them replicas of their most popular years—Victorian London, Rome when it was still an Empire and Greece in its golden days and just for fun—New York City in 2052.
I’m not sure what they will do when they get there but I’m thinking that Mya’s old boyfriend back home might just show up, too. We’ll see…
A note about York Reynolds of the last post – I was going to post a picture of him. He was kind enough to let me take a few pictures of us sitting in Panera Bread last week but the ones I took of him were blank. The ones before were fine, the ones after were fine but his pictures were totally black. Hummm….
So on the subject of seeing things or not seeing things I will leave you with an excerpt from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings,” 1955
He was dressed like a ragpicker. There were only a few faded hairs left on his bald skull and very few teeth in his mouth, and his pitiful condition of a drenched great-grandfather took away any sense of grandeur he might have had. His huge buzzard wings, dirty and half-plucked, were forever entangled in the mud. They looked at him so long and so closely that Pelayo and Elisenda very soon overcame their surprise and in the end found him familiar. Then they dared speak to him, and he answered in an incomprehensible dialect with a strong sailor's voice. That was how they skipped over the inconvenience of the wings and quite intelligently concluded that he was a lonely castaway from some foreign ship wrecked by the storm. And yet, they called in a neighbor woman who knew everything about life and death to see him, and all she needed was one look to show them their mistake.
"He's an angel," she told them.
