Janet Flash: Merry Christmas

by Michael Seese

To play on a popular phrase, my mind was weak, but the pen was willing. For some reason, as I scrolled to Janet Reid's blog yesterday, I thought, I hope there's not a contest. I don't feel like writing.

But there was. So I wrote. The words were:

sea
blue
salt
safe
land

Once I hit upon the idea, I knocked out paragraphs 1, 3, and 4 in about 5 minutes. Then I just had to come up with #2. The final result is something I call "Merry Christmas." When you get to the end, you'll see why.
 

“You'll be safe here.” The last words my husband spoke before he disappeared in a swirl of dirty murk.

No one expects a sleeping kitten, without warning, to bare its fangs and lash out, consuming trees and buildings and roads and lives with such unrelenting malice.

The skies are blue now. The sea has gone home. But it left me a souvenir. Salt. In my mouth. In my hair. Clinging to my skin as tenuously as I cling to the hope I'll see him again

Ten years ago we honeymooned on Phuket Island. I'll never forget our return visit either.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on "Merry Christmas."

Holiday SPAM

By Michael Seese

I checked my work email today (I've been off since pre-Christmas) and read the following message.

I suppose I could make fun of:

- "Marry Christmus" (I prefer a casual relationship with my holidays.)
- "and Happy Birthday Now bug off"  (What's a run-on sentence between friends?)
- "12 months!!!!." (Can't forget the period; otherwise, I might not see the end of the sentence.)

But when I "Show Details" I see an expansion of the sender's name.

Amanda...Dave...Amanda...Dave. It sounds like he (or she) has some issues to resolve.

The Aftermath!

 













I wish I had thought to snap a "before." But you all probably know what a Christmas tree with intact presents looks like.

Merry Christmas to all...