Journey into My Imagination
“Oh, I LOVE this song, It’s one of the best, right Ollie?” Ember screamed and began drumming the beat of Queen’s Fat-Bottomed Girls, on her steering wheel. As she bobbed her head, loose strands of her red hair escaped their messy bun prison and her periwinkle framed glasses moved precariously down her pert nose.
He pulled the thin blanket up around his shoulders, then shivered as his feet were now uncovered. He wanted to grumble about the ridiculousness of this whole situation, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Surely, they could co-exist in the same bed under warm blankets, while fully clothed, without risking anyone’s virtues. Too cold to sleep, he grew grumpier by the second, staring into the darkness and listening to the night. He could hear her mumbling to herself.
The repetitive sound of the electronic board ushering passengers to destinations unknown urged her on.
Would you like to be my roommate?
Vive la revolution!
“Yeah, you know the one, the wolf, the one I’m talking about. He “allegedly” ate the three little pigs. He claims to be “innocent.” Joe attempted to make air quotes. “I’ve seen all his books. But he’s a mastermind, I tell ya. He’s the one behind it all.”
The house was huge, more of a stately old mansion then a house. The outside was a cold, unfriendly, imposing stone texture. The manor stretched three stories high. The obvious first two stories and then a small window at the top that one could only presume was an attic
Shannon McCauley - Author 