Calyxa Electra Davenport Spool was a liberator. She liberated animals/pets from cruel masters/owners; partners/children from abusive spouses/adults; balloons caught up on obstacles going skyward; and folks from inane chatter.
She also had a habit of liberating conspicuous items from the rich, and under-utilized assets from the authorities. Or, what she saw as unwanted apparel from clothes lines, Laundromats and stores. Calyxa’s concept of what needed liberating was well, quite liberal.
So, perhaps it wasn’t so unusual to see Calyxa driving an orange Vespa scooter recently liberated from an idling rich woman since it matched Calyxa’s dress. The dress had been liberated the week before.
The giant fish bowl balanced on the back was a bit unusual, even for Calyxa, who was not the most normal sort of girl you would meet in Verbena. The fish had a stripe of orange, but appeared healthy and happy enough. The bowl was magical; an entire watery world nestled against Calyxa’s back. Light as a feather, though, as the back wheels of the scooter barely touched the road.
Calyxa looked determined and single-minded. She’d pulled her flaxen hair back without regard to style, and forgotten both socks and shoes. The misty chill, always hovering along the High Road, blued up her fingers, toes and nose, and put snow on the fish bowl mountains.
The only explanation for her odd behaviour – she was looking for Magical Mad Mike – a mage who lived in a cloaked space and time shifting trailer park somewhere off the High Road which made mail deliveries vexing for the letter carrier
Sensing her quest and odd cargo, Mike let the trailer park, of which he was the only resident, materialize a few minutes before Calyxa would pass by. He started up the espresso machine, dug a pair of slippers out from under the couch and waited for her on the “porch.”
She would need help with Fred: getting him and his watery world off the scooter; and solving the puzzle of his appearance in her bedroom at precisely 3:53 this morning. A drop or two of fix’r elix’r in their Café Americanos might be called for.
This talelet created for mlm m’s photo challenge #140. I love this picture – something about the colours, the curve of “Calyxa’s” back, the placement of “Fred’s World,” “Calyxa’s” expression all serve to draw me deeper and deeper into the image. So deep, I’ll stop here before I get lost in Verbena, and can’t find my way back to mlm’s m.
(image: Sirlounge.com; © lorraine & her frilly freudian slip)
November 29, 2016 at 1:37 pm
I agree – stunning image and it begs such contemplation – and I adore the story you’ve so wildly spun here – from the names, places, and images – so rich and tasty on my tongue – wow! Brilliant! <3
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November 29, 2016 at 8:54 pm
Thanks. Sometimes the picture just sends you in a direction — without GPS nor compass or streetview.
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November 23, 2016 at 10:02 pm
Liberating is very freeing of the spirit. If you could bend the time place continum, couldn’t you materialize a sand beach for a “porch”. I’m glad she took the high road to get there
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November 23, 2016 at 11:03 pm
Remember, he’s mad magical Mike — he’s not always gonna do the logical thing. If she’d taken the low road, she’d be in Scotland by now.
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November 23, 2016 at 11:25 pm
There is a ” before ye” if you’re going toward Scotland. Being logical is the first step to normality
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November 23, 2016 at 11:52 pm
I know about the before ye — I didn’t think you had any travel plans such as those, so I dropped the 2 words.
I don’t think mad magical Mike is looking for normality any time soon.
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November 24, 2016 at 12:11 am
Normality is like ordering 2 drinks at last call. If you haven’t figured out what you need at a certain point, well doubling down usually brings more issues. But my trailer park is fairly stable. 😉
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November 24, 2016 at 12:14 am
Good to know. Your neighbours might not like dematerializing and rematerializing. At least Mike lives alone.
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November 24, 2016 at 12:30 am
I can’t say they don’t. The location 5 doesn’t change
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November 23, 2016 at 7:12 am
A glorious wild adventure.
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November 23, 2016 at 7:22 am
Thank you, Bernadette. Hope to see where the road takes her.
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