Bessy’s Day

Today was going to be the best day in the world. I was turning 18. I was having a ball in my honor. I was to finally meet my true love. The Prince. We were going to marry at midnight as is custom with my people.

I stood before the mirror, blonde curls atop my head, cascading in ringlets beneath the coronet. Dark brown eyes made browner by the glittering eye shadow and under eye liner. I was beautiful. The best looking Princess all around.

My gown was resplendent. A gossamer wrapping of lace and light silk fabric. Twined white and blue. The train of it was ten feet long and I had twelve ladies in waiting to carry it for me. Empire waist it flared over my hips and fell to the floor. Tiny hooves peeked out. I was ready.

We waited in the ballroom. All around the fine folk of our kingdom laughed and drank. Here to celebrate the new life that was to beget at midnight. As husband and wife we will climb the stairs into our bedchamber and create an heir for the kingdom. I knew little of what was to come but my ladies in waiting all assured me it would be pleasurable.

At ten of midnight, the gong did sound. My Prince had finally arrived. I was ecstatic. We drew the veil over my face and waited. And waited. And waited. I was beginning to sweat beneath my veil. I could feel my makeup beginning to run and hoped that he would not notice.

At midnight the door swung open. The footman appeared at the top of the hundred stairs. Next to him, so tiny I could not really see was a…….a thing?

Short and squat. His suit of Princely clothing strained to encompass the wide waist. His hair was a shock of brilliant orange. His eyes gleamed a vivid green. He began his descent down the stairs, hopping down one by one.

My mouth fell open. I could not believe that this was the Prince my parents had chosen. What was his pedigree? Had they really followed through and checked it thoroughly. What could they possibly be thinking.

Rotund he waddled towards me a grin dancing on his lips.

‘Good evening My Bovine Beauty, would you care to dance?’

Picture via http://marshallarisman.com The Master and the Dimwitted Frog

Cat & Story

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I was sitting here and decided to take my hair down. Pulled the clip out and ran my fingers through it, and the smell of my conditioner filled the air. All of a sudden there is pawing and purring behind me. Thomas is kneading the back of my head. I giggle a little and than he begins to slide around me. The above two pictures are his lolling about my neck as though he were a snake of some sort. A Thomas snake.

I was not sure what I was going to post today. I had no idea at all. So I am posting about Thomas. You may not want to read, but he makes me smile.

I did do something today that I am very proud of. I wrote a short story. One that I had an idea for coming out of a bizarre dream image. I almost actually screamed when I woke up but realized that it would make a good story instead. So I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more.

The story flowed from my fingers. I wrote and it came. There were a few moments when I had a bit of difficulty, but I messaged K and she reassured me all was okay. If I needed to I could take a break. But I did not want to take a break because I was afraid that I would lose the flow of words.

My stories all tend to be a little dark. But as dark as they are, sometimes they have a joy and happiness in them too. Growth. They allow me to come to terms with somethings and I hope that at the same time, I tell a good tale.

This is probably really convoluted. Making no sense at all. But today was a good day. Thomas made me laugh and giggle as he gave me some feline loving. I wrote what I think is an amazing story. And two new poems. Oh yeah, I even worked this afternoon but that is nothing compared to the Writing!!!!!!

Have a great day/evening wherever you find yourself and at whatever time.

🙂