Tuesday, September 06. 2016

As  if things couldn’t get any worse:

Greece: Tavern power disconnection bid sparks shooting

Greece’s power network operator says it is doing its best to protect employees from irate consumers following a gunfire attack on one of its crews in Athens. Greece’s power network operator says it is doing its best to protect employees from irate …

C’mon gang, someone has to be off limits.

(fiction)

It was evening. That time when chores and business are done and the world waits sunset. Quiet, good weather and I was sitting agains the barn front thinking, as I do many times, that being Hercules of build, have all my hair and having it shoulder blade length would be nice.

I also have, considering I’m wishing, personal equipment to make bulls blush and three wives. It’s a lon fantasy that grows with the years and just gets more complicated – and, depending on ones outlook, more complicated.

Anyhow, there I sat, dreaming my dream, searching for an ending of it, it never seeming to have one, when the sky turned funny and a brilliant slash of light appeared along one side and the sky seemed to rotate like a door.

I could see through the opening to observe the driveway to my place disappear into the sunlit distance, out past a purple colored tree trimmed in pink.Odd looking thing. The grasses were darker than Earth like grasses and the sky was a wonderful  pale blue with white and gold clouds.

I could see a small figure walking down the road toward me. At first it was a tiny igure. Very tiny.

When it stepped down across the break between that world and mine, it remained tiny. It was a child. A Female child. I could tell that by, other than the curly, dirty blonde hair, by the fact she was nude. And bare foot.

She walked up to my knee’s, or all the world self possessed, nude, not naked, and stopped.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“I don’t kiss children.” I replied

One may glean some insight into my mind set about then.

I looked over her shoulder, looking for child services or a cop hiding somewhere in that still open doorway, and told her “Go away. You’ll get me arrested.”.

“Not likely. Kiss me.”

And scrunched herself forward until was nose to nose with me and her hips touched my inner thighs.

She reached up and grabbed my ears with tiny hands, pulled my head down and kissed me.

Weird things happened about then. The world went away, the kiss intensified, and after I don’t know how long, the world came back and the kiss ended with me holding a full fledge woman of great beauty.

She was on her knees, sitting kind of on her hip. Nude She wore a crooked smile.

Rising she stepped back and said “And dreams fulfilled always have a price.”

She turned and walked away, toward that strange doorway, shrinking as she went with more than distance, until I could see she was once  again a six year old sized girl child.

The door swung, the light flashed and my night turned Earth like once more, even the warmth and crickets were welcome.

It’s been a time, now, since that happened. I’ve out grown most of my normal adult clotes, my hard work is child’s play, and my jaw itches where new teeth are appearing. My hair is down to shoulder blade length and other parts progress according to fantasy.

I’m sitting, this evening, against the front ot the barn. I’m a bit apprehensive, truly. I’m wondering what price I must pay for my dreams, and what price the knowing why it will demand.

But most of all, really, is me trying to figure out where I’ll meet, and how to finagle it to claim three wives and, for sure, would having three of those things be worth any dream.

_________

From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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