Some Hair Story

When we were still together, I remember asking him (repeatedly) to cut his hair short because it would look better on him. But he wouldn’t cut it. “You sound like my mother,” he would tell me with a smile, and then drop the issue. He liked his hair long because it would save him a lot of gel, or so he would say.

Now, after not seeing or hearing from him in a almost a month, he sent me a photo of him. He shaved his head. And I don’t know why he showed me that picture. How did he want me to react? What did he want me to say?

As I look in the mirror, doing my early morning hair ritual (brushing my damp permed locks and putting light touches of styling cream), I am contemplating on showing him that I colored my hair orange. And that it doesn’t suit me. At all.

Dry Spell

It has been six years, eleven months, thirty days since the Dry Spell. Six years, eleven months, thirty days since the last Book was read. A dreadful, dreadful Book. The book that cast the spell. The Dry Spell. O terrible, terrible fate. The Reader’s fate.

Only one day left before the seventh year. One day left before the Dry Spell is for ever. The Reader shall read never. Never again. O terrible, terrible fate. The Reader’s Fate.

It was six years, eleven months, thirty days ago when the Reader opened the dreadful, dreadful Book. The Book that cast the spell. A forbidden Book.

The Reader was young. The youngest of them all. Youngest Reader of the Land. Chosen by our Great Father by name. To transfer deep, deep knowledge to the Land. Through the Books. Except One. The Reader must never open the dreadful, dreadful book.

The Reader opened that Book. The Reader read the Book. The Dry Spell was cast. Knowledge has left the Land. O terrible, terrible fate. The fate of the Land.

The Writers tried to write. They tried, tried, tried, to heal the Reader’s eyes. For six years, eleven months, thirty days the writers failed. O terrible, terrible fate. The Writers’ fate.

Only one day left.

A Stranger came to the Land. A lady with a golden hand. She sought for the Reader’s lair. To heal the Reader with her hand. The Stranger’s golden hand.

She placed a book on the Reader’s trembling hand. Perhaps another spell. Perhaps another curse. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

“I am a Healer. In the book are my words of healing.” The Stranger spoke. “I came to end the Dry Spell. So you may read again.” A voice of hope. A lovely, lovely voice. The Stranger’s voice.

The Reader opened the Healing Book. And his eyes. O the Reader’s eyes. Turned from dark into gold. Bright, bright gold. As gold as his eyes six years, eleven months, thirty days ago. Before the Reader opened the dreadful, dreadful Book. Before the Dry Spell.

“Your transgression has been forgiven.” The Healer’s voice. O lovely, lovely voice. “The dreadful, dreadful Book has been banished. Never to bother you again.”

“We owe you our lives, Healer from another Land. Pray tell me how to reward you. O lovely, lovely one.”

“I have seen my fate written. In my healing hand. I was born to heal you, to travel to this Land. To never return to my homeland, O wise, wise one.”

“Then here you are welcome, o lovely, lovely one. You brought my eyes healing, and now you hold my heart.”

It has been six years, eleven months, thirty days since the Dry Spell. Now it is gone. The Reader united with the Healer in marriage. Knowledge and Healing filled the Land.

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Daily Prompt: Reader’s Block

And they say ‘Happily Ever After’ is an ending…

We’ll it’s not.

Because there’s no end in forever.

And there’s no such thing as forever happiness.

There will be pain, and occasional attempts of escaping the fate you chose.

Because life just works that way.

 

Still, you can’t just quit on your ‘forever.’

 

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Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

Lion’s Den

Daniel 6:16-24 ~ New Living Translation (NLT)

16 So at last the king gave orders for Daniel to be arrested and thrown into the den of lions. The king said to him, “May your God, whom you serve so faithfully, rescue you.”

17 A stone was brought and placed over the mouth of the den. The king sealed the stone with his own royal seal and the seals of his nobles, so that no one could rescue Daniel.18 Then the king returned to his palace and spent the night fasting. He refused his usual entertainment and couldn’t sleep at all that night.

19 Very early the next morning, the king got up and hurried out to the lions’ den. 20 When he got there, he called out in anguish, “Daniel, servant of the living God! Was your God, whom you serve so faithfully, able to rescue you from the lions?”

21 Daniel answered, “Long live the king! 22 My God sent his angel to shut the lions’ mouths so that they would not hurt me, for I have been found innocent in his sight. And I have not wronged you, Your Majesty.”

23 The king was overjoyed and ordered that Daniel be lifted from the den. Not a scratch was found on him, for he had trusted in his God.

24 Then the king gave orders to arrest the men who had maliciously accused Daniel. He had them thrown into the lions’ den, along with their wives and children. The lions leaped on them and tore them apart before they even hit the floor of the den.

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Daily Prompt: Safety First