Time flies

My little Tomcat at the tender age of fourPhoto by Kay Kauffman

My little Tomcat at the tender age of four
Photo by Kay Kauffman

My, how time flies!  Without my even realizing it, this little blog o’ mine has turned five years old.  That happened somewhere around the tail end of last month and I forgot all about writing my planned retrospective about my time in the blogging world.

Five years.  My, how the years have flown!  I started blogging about six months after my divorce was finalized.  I wanted to write passionate political spiels of great depth and insight; I wanted to pen fantastic short fiction that was sure to catch the eye of someone important, that elusive one right person who could make all my lifelong literary dreams come true; I wanted to create a wildly successful blog that would spawn book deals and syndicated columns and who knows what else.

In short, I had high hopes.  I was young, bright-eyed yet jaded.   Possibly I had delusions of grandeur.

Death Scare

One day in 1202 a boy named Jack told a legend to Trey in 1995.  A little boy named Steve disappeared on Halloween night, trick or treating.  A ***** took him.  The legend says that he was found the next morning DEAD!  One person knows what took him and that person is Tom Smith.  So Trey died of fright.

If you want to know what took him it will cost 5 bucks.

Note: I’ve been advised that the thing that took him was a ghost, but the author wanted to get people excited about the story, so he crossed out the word ghost and replaced it with a shaded box.  Nine years old and already a writer after my own heart.

Bubbles brought the preceding story home from school a week or so back.  He had written it for a project and set it rather unceremoniously on my desk in a pile with everything else from his Friday Folder.  I was tickled to see one of his stories because it seems like they all end up at his dad’s house.  His teachers have been telling me for years now that he is very creative and that they love reading his stories, which naturally makes me extremely proud.  As a matter of fact, his teacher invited me to speak to their class at his last conference when she found out that I write.

I love the way he ended his tale.  It reminds me of many of the things I wrote as a youngster.  I only hope that his love of storytelling will stay with him as he grows up.

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A Lovely Little Story

Once upon a time, there were two teenage girls, Tarah and Kaye. They decided to skip school on Friday and have a day off instead.

“Let’s drive to New York!” said Kaye.

“Okay!” said Tarah. So they hopped into Tarah’s car and did just that. “What should we do first?” asked Tarah as they walked down a New York street.

“Well,” answered Kaye, “if we had any money, we could go shopping, or go see a show on Broadway, but since we’re broke, I guess that kind of rules that out.”

Tarah whipped out her guitar. “On the contrary,” she exclaimed. “As long as I have my magic guitar, we’ll never be broke!” At that, she sat down and began to play her world-renowned composition, “Jenni,” which sounded remarkably like the hit tune “Smelly Cat.”

“Fabulous idea!” cried Kaye. Immediately, people began tossing dollar bills into the guitar case. “So, we’ve got some money,” Kaye said, counting the coins and dollars. “Let’s go to Aida!”

“Ooo, perfect,” replied Tarah.

At the show, a mysterious man suddenly appeared beside Kaye. “Good evening,” he said to Kaye, his voice thickly accented.

“Good evening,” replied Kaye shyly.

The man, who looked to be about twenty-five, looked worried. “We need someone to sing in the show tonight. Would you do us the honors?”

“S-s-sure,” Kaye mumbled, before she knew what she was saying. She mumbled, “See ya after the show,” to Tarah and walked off arm-in-arm with the accented man. Tarah went and sat down in her seat excitedly. Kaye was finally going to sing!

As Kaye ascended the steps leading to the stage, she suddenly took a very embarrassing tumble and landed in the arms of a young man with curly brown hair and the most romantic face in the history of time. Kaye looked up at him and, recognizing him, nearly stumbled again. “Are you okay?” he asked, steadying poor Kaye on the stage.

Kaye just nodded, unable to speak. For the first time in her life, Kaye had stage fright! She finally managed to overcome her shock and find her voice, but when she spoke, it was so quick that her savior had a hard time understanding her. “Oh my God!” she rattled. “My friend Tarah absolutely loves you! Oh my God! She is gonna be so jealous. Aaagghh, I sound like a thirteen-year-old! Oh my God!”

Kaye’s newfound friend just smiled. “My name’s Josh,” he introduced himself.

“Can I introduce you to Tarah later?” Kaye asked.

“After the show, sure,” Josh replied. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Oh, sorry! I’m Kaye,” she said. “I’m not usually like this, but – oh my God! This is the best day ever!”

Josh just smiled. “Okay,” he said, “we’re singing The Prayer as kind of a warm-up for the show.”

Kaye gulped. “Okay.”

The music began and the audience settled down. Kaye opened her mouth to sing – AND – suddenly she sang like an angel! Her clear voice rang like a bell through the theater. (Tarah clapped her hands with joy.) When the song was over, the audience went nuts. Josh and Kaye went backstage together. Kaye suddenly noticed the dark accented man she had met before. He eyed Josh, looking jealous.

Suddenly, Tarah appeared backstage. “I didn’t feel like staying for the show,” she said. Then she saw Josh. “J-J-Josh Groban! Oh, my-my-my goodness!”

Kaye just smiled. “Bet you feel like staying now, don’t you?” she laughed.

“Well, duh!” Tarah exclaimed.

“Josh, this is my friend Tarah, the one I was telling you about,” Kaye introduced them. “And I know Tarah knows who you are!”

“Somebody pinch me!” Tarah exclaimed.

Kaye just started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Josh asked.

“Yeah, what are you laughing at?” Tarah inquired.

Kaye whispered in her ear, “Remember when Jennie had that dream about having his love child? Looks like you could beat her to the punch, since she’s never met him and you have!”

Suddenly they all died. The End.

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