Wednesday came and went, leaving my mind in the succulent scent.
Oh, the mailman brought me one more little silky thing…
The gold vein of a story surfaces when facts go hand in hand with fiction, when true people blend with imaginary characters. When no one can tell anymore.
Yesterday, a Surreal Thursday, is the example I have at hand. He looked at me like ‘winter is coming’ when I’ve sent him shopping (gotta get lunch ready, no?). I hurried him up with military paradigms. He returned fire with code-breaking memes. How didn’t I see it coming? The winter, I mean.
A quarter-hour later, he brings back carrots, bananas, avocados and… a shy airborne army of shimmering snowflakes. As the new ‘paratroopers’ were taking over our backyard, and pines, I preferred to probe what the mailman has given me one day before.
Then I looked out the window and said, to him out loud: “Bring me the boots!” Which he did. “Which jacket?” I’ve asked. “The short one,” said he. “Let’s move fast, no more than five minutes out, under the elements. You must be careful with the cold.”
A calculated dare, that’s what I like at him: logical lunacy!
Winter was coming. It came and, few hours later, it went her way.
Today, let’s call it a Fairy Friday, I stare at the clear sky, from this side of the window because, you know, snow may be a rider but the cold is here to stay, few more days.