Twittering Tales: Young Again

The Supper Club

The young friends enjoyed a lavish dinner; then retired to the kitchen to pick at leftovers and laugh about old times. Before they parted, they made a toast to the future and to long and healthy lives. None of them felt the wormhole take them as they ate; none of them remembered the nursing home.

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(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s  Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019

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Trina: Trina’s New Doll

Trina pulled a bench out of her bag and sat by the duck pond in Central Park.

She rested her chin on her hands and watched a little yellow duckling scurry
after its mother.

I want a new dolly, thought Trina, but I want one like me.

“What does that look like?” asked Trina’s doll, Madison.

Trina pulled Madison out of her bag.

“She’s just like me, but taller, and with breasts, because she’s a grown up.”

“Why is she a grown up?”

So she can do grownup things.”

“Like what?”

Trina gazed at the duck pond and thought.

Madison giggled, “Tits don’t make a gown-up!”

Trina was shocked.

Madison snickered and grinned.

Arjuna the elephant slowly lumbered out of the pond.

He lifted his mighty trunk and gently plucked the little yellow duckling from his back and released it find its Mother.

‘My friends,” he bowed.

Madison swiveled her head and frowned at Ajuna: “Trina thinks she’s all grown up if she has…”

Trina grabbed the doll and stuffed it into her bag. “Breasts,” she said sweetly.

Arjuna nodded thoughtfully and flapped his ears. “I’m no hominid, but I think it takes more than breasts to be a grown-up human. Why do you want to be a grown up when you’re such a perfect little girl?”

Trina pulled out her tea set and a freshly baked plate of scones; she poured out tea and replied. “I want my new dolly to be a grown-up.”

“Why?”

“Because my world needs grown-ups.”

“We elephants are very grown up.”

“Really?” said Trina. “What kind of grown up things do you do?”

Arjuna sipped his tea and thought.

“We never eat more than enough.”

“Neither do I,” said Trina.

“We remember things forever and ever.”

“So do I,” said Trina.

Arjuna cocked his head and thought. “We always bathe once a month.”

Trina was horrified. “Adults only bathe once a month?”

Madison cackled: ‘oh no!”

An Illustration of the chatracter Trina, designing a doll from wood
Trina made her doll from snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.

Trina made her doll from snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.

She fluffed its hair and primped its dress.

“Are you terribly grown up or grown up terribly?” she asked.

The doll opened its eyes and replied, “I’m terribly grown up.”

“How often do you bathe?” asked Trina.

“Twice a day!” answered the doll.

“For how long do you remember things?”

The doll gazed up at Trina and blinked.

“For no time at all,” she replied.

Trina smiled at her new doll and offered her a cup of tea.

An Illustration staged in virtual reality depicting the character of Trina designing an adult doll
Are you terribly grown up or grown up terribly?

(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

 

Trina’s New Doll inspired by a series of #photoprompts from D Wallace Peach.

‘The Demon Dolls’ in these images are designed by Sebastian Prince

Twittering Tales: The Old Mechanic

The Old Mechanic

The old mechanic yearned for the days of the Volkswagen–
when plenty was enough–before the greed and cruelty,
before the insatiable need for more.

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This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #Twittering Tales #143 – 2 July 2019

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Twittering Tales: The Caesurian Section

The Caesurian Section

Photo by sasint at pixabay.com
Photo by sasint at pixabay.com

The critic

wheels my poem

into surgery.

He packs the skull

with stately

stressing.

He pins a metrical

foot to its mouth.

He tapes an allusive

paradox to its groin.

My poem opens its

eyes and speaks:

Am I great yet?



196 Characters

Robert Goldstein 2015-2019

This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019

Twittering tales Kat Myrman
Twittering Tales Kat Myrman