Long, Long Ago…. (well, not that Long Ago, actually) Ms. Been-There-Done-That lived across the street from us in a ramshackle home (what does that even mean, Momma?) that had seen better days, with its peeling paint and fractured windows.
Momma says it looks like if you push on the outer wall with your pointer finger, it will collapse, flattening everything in its path….so sidle on past it…. with Extreme Caution.
We never really talked to Ms. Been-There-Done-That but we’d wave and holler across the street. She was pea green with envy over Momma’s Magical Garden with flowers, stepping-stones, rocks that bled rivers of silver and our Itty Bitty Fairies and Angels that twirled around in the Circle of the Fairy Dance.
Little did we know that Ms. Been-There-Done-That was fighting her last battle with Killer Cancer and had chosen to self medicate with Jack Daniels….bottles and bottles of Jack Daniels. She had lost her Husband to The-Other-Women, she had lost her Son to Addiction, BUT…..
She would lose her Life with her Ever Loyal and Faithful Splotchy White and Black Mutt Dog at her side.
Some say on the night of her passing Ms. Been-There-Done-That crossed the street and became the Lead Ballerina in the Circle of the Fairy Dance….but others swear on a Stack of King James Bibles:
As the moon glows down on her haunted house, now that she feels better, Ms. Been-There-Done-That roams our street at night, crisscrossing the road, searching, calling out for Ever Loyal and Faithful Splotchy White and Black Mutt Dog, saying, ‘Here Boy, Here Boy’ in a quiet whisper, then sprinting up to the neighbours’ front doors, ringing door bells, and when they answer, vaporizing before their unbelieving eyes…
From Morguefile.com
IMG_0796_xe.JPG By ardelfin
Seeking the lost… Seeking the lost…Saving, redeeming… At an immeasurable cost.
Look for her….If you have eyes to see…Listen for her…If you have ears to hear….because….She is so out there!!!!!!!!!!
