This is the last entry in a series of stories that began with three prompts from D. Wallace Peach.
In the first story, Trina meets Anjana, the elephant and his family of white mice.
In the second story Trina meets a shadow boy who is separated from his ‘boy’.
In the third story the shadow boy and Trina find a golden android but lose him.

After that Diana stopped the prompts for personal reasons but the story continued.
Trina decided she needed more adults in her world so she made an adult doll.

Later, Trina and the shadow boy find the golden android on a display stand in Macy’s.

Trina takes the android to her workshop, scrubs him up, and makes a new skin.

In this episode, Trina brings the android and her doll to life.
The character of Trina is loosely based on the character of the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Caution: The story contains what some might consider ‘adult’ material.

Trina Tells a Story
Trina pulled a picnic table out of her bag and placed it in front of her bench at the duck pond in Central Park.
She added her tea set and Madison, and her new doll, Felicity.
Madison scowled at Felicity’s outfit. “People don’t dress like that in the past.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a doll! How the Hell would I know? They just don’t.”
Trina sighed, opened her bag, pulled out her sewing machine, and set to work.
A few seconds later Trina had a new outfit for Felicity.
Trina dressed Felicity and asked her to stand. “Do you like it?” She asked.
“Very much.” Felicity replied.
“She looks like a tart.” Madison frowned.
Trina stuck her tongue out at Madison.
The shadow boy emerged from the shadows. ‘I think she’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” Trina said to the shadow boy: she opened her bag, pulled out the android, and stood him next to Felicity.
Trina stepped back to admire him.
The little shadow boy tugged on the android’s arm, “How do we turn him on?”
Trina reached into her bag and pulled out a button. “With this,” she replied. She aimed the button at the android and pressed it.
The android whirred to life.
“Do you know the Android’s name?” Trina asked the shadow boy.
The little shadow boy thought for a moment. “His name is Roger.”
Trina turned to Madison, “Do you think he’s handsome?”
“He’s a stud.” Madison cackled.
The android, now named Roger, cocked his head.
Felicity silently agreed.
Trina pulled a desk out of her bag and sat to write their story.
Anjana and his mice appeared and everyone quietly gathered to watch.

Somewhere, wrote Trina, by Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens New York
“Who is Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens New York?” asked Madison.
“It’s my pen name. Do- You- Mind?”
Madison scowled; Trina returned to her story.
Somewhere
by Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens New York
Felicity sits in a big red chair on the murky waters of
the Long Island Sound, she sings a song of seduction.Roger cavorts on the shore, he is a straw man scattering breadcrumbs.
Tonight the moon rises as if this was some kind of night
in Hawaii.Roger is transfixed.
The End.

Trina stood for applause.
Anjana watched two of his mice play an intense game of tennis.
Madison scowled harder than ever.
The shadow boy cleared his throat. “I thought you said they were gown ups.”
“They are,” replied Trina.
“I think you should make them do ‘it’?”
Trina was baffled. “Why?
“Isn’t that the only thing grownups do?”
Felicity stifled a smile.
The android raised his hand: “What is ‘it’ and how is it done?”
Trina was lost.
Anjana raised his trunk to whisper what he knew: ‘Now, I’m no hominid,’ he
began…
A mortified Trina returned to her desk.
Somewhere
By Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens, New York
Roger and Felicity are doing ‘it’ on a big red bed on the murky
waters of the Long Island Sound.“God!” Roger sighs , as he fills Felicity’s robust aperture.
“God back,” Felicity grins.
At last, unable to restrain his ghastly lust, Roger trumpets and ejects the squirmy substance of his love.
The End
Anjana stood up on his hind legs and gave Trina a standing ovation. “Bravo!”
The shadow boy did a somersault.
Felicity blushed and glanced at Roger.
“That was mighty fine!” said Roger. “That was mighty fine indeed!”
Trina curtsied and said thank you.
She packed everything except Felicity and Roger into her bag.
“Remember to forget you’re not real.” she said.
Then Trina picked up her bag and vanished.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2019
The characters are fictional, anyone resemblance to anyone other than me is
purely coincidental.
I’m very late getting around to this, Rob, but I’m so glad I didn’t skip it. I am captivated by: “Remember to forget you’re not real.” – That’s an amazing bit of advice.
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Thanks Dan. That line came to be just as I was about to publish the piece. I’m glad it stood out for you.
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Cool stories and illustrations. Imaginary work. I love the ending.
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Thank you, Otto. I’m glad you like the ending. The close had to make sense within the logic on Trina’s world.
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I love how your imagination roams. GREAT job with Diana’s prompts….and more
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Thank you. It’s nice to get the feedback, it lets me know I’m still moving in the right direction.
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Bravo! I’m going to imagine a happily ever after for Felicity and Roger. 😀
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I think they have a few fables to tell. 🙂
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I like fables. 🙂
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Did you ever see the Fractured Fairy Tales on the old Rocky and Bullwinkle Show? I loved those.
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The name rings a bell, and yes, I did watch the old Rocky and Bullwinkle show. Gawd, that takes me back…
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I love it, Rob! Thank you for bringing the wonderful story with all the wonderful artwork you created too, to us. Have a beautiful weekend! Michael
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Thank you, Micheal. I always appreciate your visits and comments. 🙂
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Thank you for your kindness Rob! Hope you had a beautiful weekend, and wish you a very good week. Michael
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The magical bag certainly held lots of things. I loved how the characters played off each other and the comparison to human life is uncanny, Rob!
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Thank you, Jan. I was pleased with how the characters in this story evolved. I think this series is a segue into the book I’m working on. As I began to pull together the material I realized I needed to write a prequel as well as an introduction to the characters. Thank God I follow such excellent professional writers. I would never have figured that out without reading your blogs.
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I feel like I just finished reading The Creation Story. It has all the sense of a whimsical God, assuming there is one. Loved this whole tale, Robert. I’m going to miss Trina. ❤
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Thank you, Diana. This is a kind of creation story. This is how the mind of a child with DID might understand adulthood and create alternates to fill roles. Regardless of the age of the body, the core self is always in a child struggling to survive. The alternates go into the world to pretend to be adult enough to survive.
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Fascinating and it makes sense, Robert. It reminds me of childrens’ magical thinking that I often witnessed in grief counseling. A striving to make meaning and order out of situations that are beyond their understanding. Sending love to you. ❤
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Exactly, Diana. My life and writing are a reflection of living with dissociative identity disorder. If I don’t factor DID and the logic of DID into the formatting of my book, the book won’t make sense to the reader. I thought I could use the material I had, but the manuscript is jagged. Then I noticed how other writers use obscure devices called prequels and introductions to provide context and flow to the text. 🙂
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Yes!
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In the time I spent studying literature and writhing no one ever talked about the part where you put a book together and market it. I always got the impression those things happened by magic. 🙂
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Ha! I wish. You have a great platform and a bunch of avid followers. So you’re way ahead of the curve.
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Thanks Diana. I’m lucky to have such good people read my blog. I just saw my typo and cracked up. Perhaps I did study in writhing.
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Ha ha ha. I didn’t even notice it. But what a typo!
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🙂
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Interesting! Lots to think on in this fantasy post.
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Thank you, Resa. I appreciate your visit and comment.
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love
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“Remember to forget you’re not real.” Love this!
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Thanks Danica! I need to stop by your blog. I hope you and Hank are well.
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You nailed it, Rob. Plus I had to laugh at them making her rewrite the story…everyone’s a critic! ROTFL!
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LOL! That was a sudden turn. Elements of this story were drafted in 1984. The poem ‘Somewhere’ was first published in an anthology but it’s significantly different here. Actually, it was a terrible poem and I was horrified when it was published. 🙂
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It’s amazing the reactions we have when we look back on our earlier work. 🙂
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Sometimes shocking. 🙂
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I loved it, Rob! Every inch of the images and every word you magically composed.
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Thank you, Jeni. This was a fun piece to write.
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Super and very touching art work…yea, knowing if you are real or not is important and far reaching!
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Thanks Paula. The question of being real is central to many of our lives.
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A great ending, Rob. Parts of this gave me a good giggle. Happy Friday.
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If it gave you a giggle, it worked. Thanks Robbie.
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Great ending! I cracked up when they made her redo her ending:)
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Rob you slayed me. Plus, now I understand my problem. Not quite like your characters, but it made me realize, I forgot to forget that I’m not real! Hugs on the wing.
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