Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Pick up your toys. When I’ve finished my chapter, Mom. Put your tools away. Just finish this chapter first. In empty rooms eternal pages turn.

Legs move too fast. Head swerves from side to side. It glides. Eyes slip and slide. Those tendrils touching me. I run away and hide.

It wasn’t a branch tapping the window after all. He checked the garage; dad tap-tapping the engine of his Rolls, the car that killed him.

“Let’s throw her in the pond; see if she sinks.” “Why?” “Cause if she do we’re murderers and if she don’t we die.” Blink. “Why?”

There were pickles enough for everyone, but sour-faced Glum wouldn’t share; kept their fingers to himself as well and rolled sweet eye-balls on his tongue.

Cat in the window, swishing tail; bright eyes alight on moonlit dark outside; cat wails. Meanwhile cat’s magic sister with the witches learns to fly.

White light enters Water droplets, turns Bent out of shape; White light blends And burns the shades of summer Colors wake; Rainbow-lacquered, Black knight’s killing-blade.