Superhero, Dream or Reality?_Rainbow Electric_Déjà Rêvé - aka Leapfrog_Responsive Treatment
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Superhero, Dream or Reality?
If only it could have been as easy as exiting the tunnel, but the situation only got worse as we entered a landscape covered in flames and dense, nightmarish smoke. I reached behind me and as I hoped, the precious little hand of Dylan grabbed mine, along with the hands of Rose, Mateo, and Alex. They were still safe with me, for now. "Stay strong Little Ones," I declared, "We can get through this." "Are you about to slay the dragon?" a voice rang out through the tunnel. "Sully? Sully, are you near?" I called out. My heart sang with relief as the ground shook with the footsteps of my loyal frie...
Rainbow Electric
Tears that roll in panic down a child’s makeup-layered face create great rivulets that are not unnoticed by hot sound stage lights and cameras. Deposited from both corners and the center of the iris, the tears eventually unite creating virtual crevices on the child’s face that require a buff up by an annoyed, overworked and underpaid studio makeup artist named Hazel who thinks, You shouldn’t be here.Of course, Hazel would never say that to her, a paunchy little girl of about nine or ten, not much older than her son back home in Van Nuys. The company line is confidence, confidence, confidence. ...
Déjà Rêvé - aka Leapfrog
I wake. Look down at my hands. The sight of them, liver-spotted and slightly wrinkled, has caught me off-guard these last few years. Why does age surprise us? What startled me even more this time was the sight of hands so pink and small. Soft. Brand new. Vulnerable. Surely these hands remember what the womb felt like.My hands don’t look like that.I gasp, those hands starfishing reflexively in a manner most unsuited to a three-year-old. I open my mouth to wonder aloud, “What’s happening to me?” But what comes out is, “Mummyyyyyyyyyyy!”My bare feet hit the polished floorboards and I run from the...
Responsive Treatment
LEFT ON 4TH, LEFT ON SPRING, RIGHT ON 2ND. IT'S ON YOUR LEFT, BABY.For "Hank" Henry Charles Bukowski -and for the old, gray courthouse security guard who, not too long ago, recommended his legend to meEvery library holds its secrets, and like some misunderstood people, some unfortunate libraries take theirs to the grave.A sunny day it was, the day a security guard at the local courthouse recommended a book to me, or should I say, it was recommended to me by said security guard thwww.onedoor.ccat I go find and read the works of certain notorious author, for the better edification of my young and wayward life...