- I created the Jingle and Milo characters years ago, but I’m thinking I’m going to bring them back to play in some of the prompts I run across.
So here are three little stories for you to read so that you will get to know them.
It will be fun to see what they get up too.
A long time ago a young man named Milo Hungerford asked a woman named Jingle to marry him at the Rainbow Beach Drive-In during intermission.
Jingle said yes just as an army of little popcorn boxes went dancing across the screen and a soft drink cup wearing a top hat stood on a box of Honey Bits and invited you to visit all of his friends at the snack bar soon.
” I want to be with you forever. ” Milo told Jingle with tears in his eyes.
Then Milo took Jingle’s hand and put a ring on her finger that he had made for her himself.
Jingle held the ring up to the light from the movie screen and then she held it to her cheek and then Jingle took Milo’s chin in her hand lifted it up and she said- as she sank her teeth into his neck-
” I am so glad to hear you say that Milo. “
by a.m. moscoso
They were a husband and a wife on their Honeymoon and they were in a museum looking at one of a hundred mummies .
The mummy that Jingle and Milo were looking was in it’s sarcophagus, the lid was off and the mummy and it’s coffin were standing upright encased in a glass case.
A the mummy’s feet was the story about the nameless princess- dead for thousands of years now- with the back of her skull missing.
Was it a murder?
Was it an accident during the embalming process?
Who buried the Princess, whose hands were also missing, below the floor of a tomb belonging to the many dogs once owned by the Pharaoh
asked the card
which also had a black and white picture next to it of the Mummy’s unwrapped head
showing the curious
the damaged skull.
Jingle looked into the face of the long dead woman and snickered-she did not laugh, she did not chuckle…she snickered
and when she realized her husband was watching her she blushed- just a little,
cleared her throat a tiny bit-
and then she tried,
not very successfully,
to saunter away like all of the rest of the Museum visitors who were just looking around on that July afternoon.
” Jingle…come back here…Jingle… “
And Jingle said to Milo as she disappeared comfortably into the rows of the dead,
” When some people tell you hands off …they mean it Milo. “
” What are you looking at Jingle? ” Milo Hungerford asked his wife.
Jingle was standing in front of their bathroom mirror with her hairbrush in her hand and she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “
He came up behind her and stared into glass and shook his head.
” That’s not right Jingle. “
She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “
Milo pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.
” Is it still there Milo? “
Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “
” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “
” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”
Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.
” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.
Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife holding her hairbrush, her dark hair framing her face- all alone except for the darkness that was their home and he turned her gently towards him and said,
” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “