The Shining Star of 52nd Street

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Doctor Galaxy is a friend of mine.

She’s the superstar of the human race-or at least the race of humans that lived on our street.

If you had a thought- she had the same one but she had it a week before and are you sure, are you positive you didn’t get the idea from her?

Doctor Galaxy, glorious denizen of the street we grew up on

could take your hobby, your hair cut, the shoes you wore and make it all so much more important, meaningful, more spectacular then you could.

But don’t feel bad.

After all.

She is Doctor Galaxy the best to come forth from the lower realms

Conqueror of things you might have been and she never was

but she does nothing

so much better

then we

Inhabitants of the lower realm

on the street where we used to live.



Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#09- Doctor Galaxy

Regret Smells Like Cilantro

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It was inevitable, the temptation became too much and the Noble Hamish Macbeth gave in to his dark desires.

Last Thursday, shortly after The Lords of Dominos delivered their precious offering to our home and it was placed on the kitchen counter so that we may all reflect on the majesty that only a deep dish mushroom pizza with a buttery crusty holds the Devil whispered in Hamish Macbeth’s ear and Hamish fell from grace.

Hamish waited until the room was clear and then as if he had sprouted wings he surfed up to the realm of “Get down from there ” and clamped in his jaws down on the object his joy and desire and then, now wingless he fell to earth in more ways then one.

The box as if it being blown open from the hottest breath of wind from Hades itself, opened slowly before him and he devoured all but one slice of Pizza, which he stepped on after I pried it out of his jaws.

I fell to my knees and wept, ” Seriosly Hamish? The entire thing?”

Hamish burped.

It smelled liked cilantro and regret.

But Hamish saw the error of his ways after being told sternly ‘ That was a mean thing you did Hamish. It was bad. Really bad. See if I order in pizza anytime soon”

The words touched Hamish’s tummy and he knew grief and despair in that moment and he set out to make amends.

Hamish Macbeth is now known as Brother Hamish Macbeth from the Order of The Counter Surfing Labradors. The Brothers of this order were all counter surfing Pizza Thieves in their previous lives but have now devoted their Lives to being Good Boys WHO STAY OFF OF COUNTERS AND DON’T STEAL ENTIRE PIZZAS.

They only ask for meager slices of pizza crust, which they promise not to enjoy. If you give them a slice though they promise to reflect on their previous wicked ways with each bite they take.


Brother Hamish Macbeth by Anita Moscoso
Brother Hamish Macbeth by Anita Moscoso

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