Murder Hornets

RDP Tuesday: EXPLAIN

One of these days we’re going to have to explain this world we’re living in now and this is how I think it will go for me:

” Where did Murder Hornets come from? ” I imagine my Granddaughter asking me one day. ” Did you ever see one? What’s it like to be stung by one? Do they really sound like hummingbirds when they fly?”

” I saw a bunch of them try to carry off one cat and then they carried off another. It was pretty awful. “

” No you did not ” my Granddaughter will say.

” Yes I did. Don’t you ever wonder why you never see any cats around here?”

” I thought it was because you’re allergic”

” Murder Hornets ” I will say darkly.

” Lola,” my Grandaughter will ask me one day ” Was there really a sandstorm that circled the world? Did it really start in the Sahara Desert? Did it really dump sand in Texas? Did you see that? Did it dump sand in Washington too?

” Do you know what it was called? I will tell her, ” It was called, “The Godzilla Sandstorm

My Grandaughter, whose name is Jemma will roll her eyes up into her head. ” Lola that is the biggest pile of baloney you’ve ever stacked. “

” It’s true. Ask the internet-“

” Internet ” Jemma will snort ” Nobody calls it that Lola.”

” Okay, I’ll tell you the truth. It was a curse. One day someone in the Cairo Museum accidently damaged a mummy and the next thing you know…womp. What can I say, one of those Curses was bound to be real and it was bound to pay off and boy did it.”

Jemma will look at me and say, ” I knew it.”

And then one day Jemma will ask me about the Virus that swept the world when she was two years old and she will ask me if I had it and did I know anyone who died and what was it like to not be able to go to the movies or to concerts or parties and what did we do all day?

I will remember the times that I rode the train with “Fever Boy.” he was the guy who coughed and hacked and sneezed and finally he started to wear a mask- but he only wore it when he was waiting for the train. He took it off when he got on.

And then there was Crazy Cooter- he was the guy who only wore his mask over his mouth and when he was reading he would flip it on the top of his head, the way you do with your glasses when you don’t need them. Anyway, he would read quietly, out loud to himself.

He used to sneeze a lot.

The streets and trains were full of people like Fever Boy and Crazy Cooter. They made a lot of people sick. Lots and lots of people. It should have been a crime.

” Well, when we were under stay at home orders I started a new hobby.”

” What was your new hobby?”

” Head hunting. “

” Oh Lola! ” Jemma will laugh. ” That’s so silly. Everyone knows you didn’t head hunt.’

My Son will join in at this point, ” Come on Mom. Tell her the truth. You didn’t hunt for heads.”

I will look down modestly and then I will admit, ” I took up sewing again so I made-“

” Masks?” Jeamma will guess.

” Voodoo dolls. ” I will tell her.

” Best dang Voodoo Dolls in the entire state of Washington.” My son will say proudly. ” Those things really worked. But that was at the end of the pandemic when you started to make them, right?” my Son will say with a wink over his daughter’s head.

” Yeah. At the end” I will tell her.

And my son will try to laugh so that Jemma will know we we’re only kidding around.

But it won’t be a very convincing laugh.

The Sweet And The Salty

RDP Monday: SALTY

I was going through this phase where I didn’t write about the things I ususally write about- the macabre, death, curses and hexes, demons and devils and monsters.

There didn’t seem to be a place for it right now.

At least, that was the message I got from my FB newsfeed- people were asking each other to not be so dark.

I thought that maybe this wasn’t the time to make a dark world just a little darker so I toned it down.

But then…ah yes BUT THEN

it occurred to me that I was making the world a sunny, happy place for people who were telling me what to think and how to feel and what to see and say.

Who does that?

When my dog barks, I let him get a few good woofs in because that’s what dogs do- they bark.

So guess what.

How about you let me bark and I’ll let you shine.

Deal?

What am I saying.

No deal.

Let’s just be who we are.

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Tune In

These stories are great to listen to for the fun of it- in addition if you write short stories listening to these really does help teach you pacing.

amm

” The Shrunken Head “

The Whistler

Boris Karloff:” Corridor of Doom”

Inner Sanctum 1945

Orson Welles ” Dracula “

Mercury Theatre 1938