as thick as
as short as
this mind: fritz!
dreams of me
on the young
(c) Rob Goldstein 2014-2019
as thick as
as short as
this mind: fritz!
dreams of me
on the young
(c) Rob Goldstein 2014-2019
This is the last entry in a series of stories that began with three prompts from D. Wallace Peach.
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.
Caution: The story contains what some might consider ‘adult’ material.
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.”
“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.
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
Roger is transfixed.
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
A mortified Trina returned to her desk.
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.
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
July’s Featured Blogger is Annette Rochelle Aben.
Annette has a wonderful sprawling range of interests and a sensibility that always lifts my spirit.
When did you start blogging?
Five or six years ago, I don’t remember exactly when. A dear friend secretly built a blog site for me because she felt I needed to promote the spiritual guidance counseling I was doing. I never felt comfortable with that, so I turned it around and used it to promote the Angel Messages. From that I began adding things I was writing and ta-da!
What is the thing you enjoy most about blogging?
One of the most enjoyable things about blogging is that I am connected to some wonderfully talented, caring beautiful souls I would not have met any other way.
When did you start writing?
When I was a child, I enjoyed the opportunity to share my thoughts through things such as book reports and creative writing assignments. This led to me writing for my own pleasure. Those early writings were poetic in nature, and that nature has continued to nurture me throughout my life.
What did you read as a child?
The Bobbsey Twins, Here Come the Tuckers, The Five Little Peppers and Dr. Suess books kept me entertained at home. In school, I loved biographies. Some I remember reading included, Juliette Low, founder of the Girl Scouts and Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross.
When did you start writing Haiku?
A few years ago, I happened upon a weekly haiku writing challenge from a fellow blogger. I was curious to see if I could learn to express myself using fewer words. BOOM!
What sparked your interest in numerology?
Even though I had always found numbers fascinating, it wasn’t until I read a book about Numerology, that I found out why. After implementing the science of numbers into my own life, I saw the power of that knowledge and began using Numerology to help others in their lives.
How did you fall in love with the Angels.
I believe it happened organically. Like finding out you’ve an invisible benefactor and out of appreciation, is formed, an eternal bond. In my darkest hours, the protection of their wings has supported me and helped me find the strength to take the next breath. Funny, I have Angels (in physical form) all around me and I have purchased none of them. People simply bring them to me saying that they were moved to do so.
What inspired the Angel Messages?
I could sense Angels talking to me and I appreciated the comforting feelings. One day, a friend was going through some stress and I felt inspired to share an Angel message with her. She said it helped. This continued sporadically until one day I was moved to share with even more people. Now, tens of thousands of people are being reached in places I don’t even know exist. How? Because the thousands I share with, share them as well.
How did you get into radio and television.?
I left the corporate world in 1983 and was looking for something fun to do. I took a class in television production at the local cable company. From there I attended broadcasting school and the rest is history.
Of your books, which one is your favorite?
Gee whiz… I’ll say, Perspective: It’s All About Replacing One Thought with Another. Filled with poetry, prose and photographs. It was the first book I self-published. That experience drove me nuts yet each time I look at the book, I am in awe of the fact that I did it!
What inspired you to start your podcast, “Tell Me a Story”?
About ten years ago, I was hosting my own Blog Talk Radio program. Then I was hired to work for a company that wanted me to manage their internet radio network. When I left them, I was offered the opportunity to host my own program for The Magic Happens Magazine, as they were setting up their own radio network and Tell Me a Story was born!
What advice do you have for new bloggers?
DO IT! Seriously, if you have something to share, be it recipes, opinions, photographs, writings, etc. build a blog. You may become famous. You may simply find joy in sharing. You may find that you get so much more out of it than you ever expected. And should you ever grow tired if the experience, bow out gracefully. When you start your blog, connect with me and I’ll be thrilled to help support your efforts.
Tell us about your new book.
This is a book of poetry, using the format of Japanese lyric poetry, known as Tanka. Think Tanka is a book for those who appreciate poetry, those who enjoy short reads, people who like to smile and those who know what it’s like to be lost in a world of imagination.
How did the book happen?
I was introduced to this style of writing poetry by fellow author/blogger, Colleen Chesebro. She hosts a weekly challenge to write poetry of varied and interesting formats, tanka being one them. As I had been writing Haiku (another form of Japanese poetry) I figured I would give Tanka a whirl. See. Tanka is what I like to call, Haiku, with hips. Haiku is 17 syllables and when you add 14 more, you create a Tanka. I needed some way to share all these poems I had been writing, hence, the book!
Will you share a couple of poems from the book with us?
The power of glueCoiled tight on a dispenserTo be portioned outYour best friend when gift wrappingIf it’s not stuck on itself
I have no off switchMy mind is constantly “on”Thoughts fly everywhereNot that this is a bad thing
It gives me something to do
Find Annette OnlineWordPress: https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/
Rob Goldstein 20119