Save The Date

Linda G Hill’s SoCS: Calander

 

Last Halloween Midge and Frankie went to Fall River Massachusets  because they wanted to spend a few days in the Lizzie Borden’s house.

Why, you might be wondering? I’ll tell you. Halloween just happensto be their birthdays.

Did you think this was the odd part of the story?

It isn’t.

The odd part of this story happened at the airport in Seattle. It happened before they even got on the plane and off of the ground and they were sitting on worn out and suspicious smelling bench seats in the terminal.

Frankie was showing Midge some pictures of the room on her phone where Mr Borden had died and of course more then one featured Mr Borden on his settee with his face cleaved in two and the top of his skull , well, part of it wasn’t there anymore.

” So we can go into that room, right? Where Mr. Borden died?” Midge asked Frankie for about the hundreth time.

” Died” Frankie snorted.

” You know what I mean, will we get to see the rooms where Lizzie raised hell? ”

Midge assured Frankie that seeing those rooms was part of the Lizze Borden Experience.

” But we have access to those rooms, right? Do you think they’ll let us in the basement too?” Frankie’s voice came out in little gasps.

” Why? Why would you want to go dow there? Nothing happened there. You know that. ”

” I just like basements, that’s all. ”

” Listen. ” Frankie clicked her phone off. ” We are going there for a reason. We want to get into those rooms. We have to get into those rooms. We agreed. We want to be there for our birthdays. ”

” It would be nice, ” Midge sounded like she was about to cry, ” to see the place where we came into the world again.”

The Fixer Upper

Linda G Hill’s  Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt:  “butter.

When I was in my late teens  I went in for one of those makeovers at one of the high end department stores at our Mall.

I was pretty excited because I loved makeup, plus this was the late 70’s and the sky was the limit as far as colors and how to use them so I saw it as a chance to have a little fun with my awkward look.

I took my seat in the chair and there I was surrounded by lights and pretty people and I was this close to not looking like a turd in the punchbowl anymore. Needless to say I was very excited about that!

The salesgirl peered into my face.

She bit her lip.

She had the same look on her face that my Doctor had when I fell off my bike and bashed the side of face in and told him it didn’t hurt, but I couldn’t feel it or move it either-  and then she called over another sales associate and said:

” She has such a yellow greenish  complexion. How do we fix that? ”

I was pretty embarrassed, I mean. I sounded like a bruise.

But a sale is a sale and those girls went to work.

They ‘fixed’ my skin coloring by blending two different shades of liquid makeup and then slathering all over my face. When they were finished I felt like a little kernel of popped corn drenched in butter.

At the time I didn’t realize that what I looked like a cadaver that required a lot of ‘work’ because of decomp.  The difference was, if I had done that kind of a makeup job on a corpse, I would have been fired. I looked awful. I was a million times worse looking then before they had started.

In addition to that, I went from having a medium tan complexion ( I’m half Filipina ) to having a complexion that you could compare to an uncooked hot dog.

The result was: I was fixed. 

I was afraid to move my head for fear that everything would slide off.

But they weren’t finished. Oh no. Not by a long shot.

The salesgirls had a little conference and came back told me that I should probably dye my hair because it wouldn’t ‘work’ with my makeup.

I didn’t by the makeup, I didn’t dye my hair. I didn’t say that their sales pitch was a pretty crappy way to treat a person.

I just went home and put the mirror  on my vanity into the closet and the ones I had hung up for decoration in the living room into storage.

I still don’t have any mirrors in my house except for the one in the bathroom.

I am painfully aware of what I look like without one.

 

 

 

 

The Nerve of Her

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Nerve

I had the nerve to climb trees

ride motorcycles

to say what I thought, even though nobody was really listening

 

I had the nerve

to dress in clothes that didn’t make sense

and sometimes my socks didn’t match, but that was no big deal.

 

I had the nerve to listen to music

that nobody else liked and I read books with a lot of big words

it didn’t matter that I got laughed at for being curious about the world.

 

I had the nerve to fall

over and over again and to get up when there wasn’t any reason to get up

and to not apologize when I got in the way.

 

I had the nerve

and I still do have the nerve

clenched between my teeth.