Thread: Novelties

(by behemoth)

One thing Sheila always remembered about the first time was the way Jesus had danced across her face in the moonlight, swinging cross and all from a gold chain around Pete's neck. Pete came from an exotic family; they were the only Catholics and the only foreigners Sheila had ever met. They had merry brown eyes, and they drank red wine with their meals---even the children. Pete's father had been brought over from Venice as a master craftsman at one of the many glass factories clustered on the West Virginia banks of the Ohio River, and what a man of the world he was in Sheila's eyes! He had a moustache and listened to opera albums, and he subscribed to a newspaper written in Italian that arrived from New York every week in a neat white mailing jacket.

Sheila loved to stand on the observation platform at the factory and watch the men, stripped to their sweat-soaked undershirts, blowing the gobs of fiery, liquid glass as lightly as children blowing soap bubbles. They rolled and shaped the shimmering globes with tongs and wooden paddles until a bowl, a bottle, or a vase emerged. The first time Sheila visited the plant she had drawn whistles and catcalls from some of the younger men. Then they realized that she was with Mario's son, and they slipped into an embarrassed silence. That impressed Sheila, and she wished that she could draw that mantle around herself at will.

Sheila's family was skeptical about her romance with Pete, although they received him cordially. Sheila came into the kitchen one day in time to hear her mother ask earnestly of her aunt, "How do you feel about letting the girls date outside the faith?"---outside the faith meaning someone who wasn't a Baptist or Methodist, or possibly a Presbyterian. They needn't have worried, as Pete turned out to be a young man who was focused on a vision beyond their experience. Pete graduated both from high school and Sheila within the space of a few weeks, and left the valley to study chemistry in a distant city. Sheila would forever after have a special attraction to Italian men, but Artie Pagano had no way of knowing that when, years later, he watched her painting at an easel one morning near the Cape Hatteras lighthouse.

to be continued----or not! (not a promise, Mr. Vierstra!)

Dangle, dangle, dangle B-moth, you leave me flapping in the wind. Neuro eh? Synapses misfiring, is this deja vu?

Py, baited and greased.

P.S. Why can't Harriet hook up with this Freddie Mercury Italianate?

by, see Roy's post for the butterfly!

he goes to Bali, meets Wiwin, and on the way back in the plane he sees Sheila, pregnant, with a Kuta surfer boy.

......or Freddie Mercury Italianate goes to Bali by way of Stockholm, BECOMES Wiwin, etc. per Bert's suggestion
Kuta surfer boy for Sheila? Maybe, but he'd have to be Italian...

Hirsute and mustachioed Freddy Mercury, post gender reassignment surgery becomes tawny and nubile 95 lb. dusky lovely plying her trade in the seedier bars of low-season Singaraja... hmmmm? Nah, Bert's stories always seem to have a kind of sweetness and delinquent optimism wriggling beneath their turgid mass.

Piegh (My new "in with the literatti" name).

writing done today. Too distracted by recurring visual image of Py, baited, greased, and flapping :shock:

Yu flirtin der gurl?

Py. (Covered in Black paint today. No tired Al Johlson joke here, for real).

Yo, boyz'n the banjar, gather around
'Cause Rapmistress B.Mo gonna lay one down!
Paint-Boy Py think he so phat,
He got a nice fine smile and a enviable hat!
Now he off tryin' to paint hisself black
Sez, "a chick tries me, she ain't ever goin back."
He wow 'em with his paintings, he wow 'em with his smiles,
But let me tell ya homies, ten thousand miles
Even for B.Mo, who likes to talk dirt
Is a mighty long way to go for a flirt!
Don't mess with ol' B.mo, you boyz'n the 'jar
She ain't never gonna let you get very far
She don't take prisoners, she don't take sass
Sister-girl B.Mo'll come kick yo sorry ---!

(Rapmistress B. Mo has left the building.)



(O.K., Bert, I finished something! Are you happy now? :lol: )

Nice rymin Sista or "Way swank" as Lolita said to Humbert Humbert. Hey magic bemo, let's paint you up with rainbows and unicorns and follow the 'Dead' for an entire lunar cycle. 'Green Turtle' step aside, we got a new set of aquarian wheels plying the blue highways of the U.S.A..

Originally Posted by Py

Humbert Humbert

Mr. Humbert, if you are reading this and you are not incarcerated at this time, check out "A Long Way to go for a Date" on the Westerners through Asian Eyes thread. It sounds as if you would love the Philipines!