Thursday, September 22, 2011

Gone with the Cloth

I see two wings. A raven. A creature that was created. A plane that looks like it’s been wrecked. It’s a machine that looks like it’s alive. It’s missing parts. They have a use for it or they wouldn’t have made it. I would think that a man built it. A man named Squirmer. He’s 32 years old, an unmarried man. His face is clean-shaven and he has red hair on his head. He wears a suit, a hat, and a hammer. Since he works with equipment, he needs to be medium size. He’s a good guy.

He’s indoors, fixing to go outdoors, after he collects his tools. It’s 8:00 in the morning. He is about to go to work. He already had grits, bacon, and eggs. He had to cook it by himself, or maybe his friend Caesar came over to cook it for him. It’s cloudy-March-April-Spring. He doesn’t remember to bring his umbrella, because men don’t remember anything.

In the afternoon, he will fly or make it float. Somewhere to do both. Fly and float. I heard of one the other day, in the paper. If it was fixed it would flew. Flew for a while and if it is rough then it will go down. The machine is missing parts. His experience makes a difference in how he handles the situation. He doesn’t have a lot of experiences. He has a problem; he crashes and falls.

He falls in the bushes. Rose bushes. He dies immediately. I am sick of him! [At this point, there is a disagreement among the storytellers as to whether they should kill off the main character. We take a vote and decide that he does not die after all.] The machine was not damaged. It stayed in the bushes. Squirmy isn’t hurt, because he wouldn’t take it that high. He pulls the machine out. It was scratched, because he landed in bushes. It required repainting. He paints it red. Just red. He goes to a mechanical shop to buy replacement parts. Parts get exploded or get hurt.

It looks like it isn’t mechanical stuff, it’s some kind of cloth. Heavy duty. He goes to the mechanical shop, and he is told that they don’t have any cloth. His friend Caesar will give him a ride. He sees trees. If he was in my area, he would see me going the other direction. He must find some kind of little repair shop. But it’s a repair shop for cars, so they keep going. He sees blue birds, someone working on a car, red and pink geranium flowers, and a happy couple holding hands walking along. She stubs her toe and doesn’t fall. She keeps going, and he does, too.

Squirmer and Caesar find a store with heavy cloth. Something he can use. They buy the cloth, two kinds, not the same depth, not as heavy as the other. One gives warmth and the other is like material for keeping rain off stuff, a piece of equipment. He gets enough to use, and drives back to his problems. He makes a coat out of it, so he’ll have something to wear in the wintertime. He fixes. And then takes off!

Jeanie, Mable, Ruth, Maxine, Margaret, Patricia, Alice

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