Hey-Ho Webbies!

Been forever, right? Let’s just say that I was unprepared for what a second child would do to my writing. While I did get a fair bit done last year, the blog got left behind. I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I am going to try to update a bit more often this year. Zero times in 2011 is not something I’m proud of.

Anywho! Writing prompts have started again. This weeks was a quote from the good doctor. Dr. Seuss! “I meant what I said and I said what I meant, an elephant’s faithful one-hundred percent!” I took it literally, but it was fun, if a bit surreal. Enjoy!

“Edger, I don’t understand!” Tears ran down Meme’s nose as she followed her husband’s quick trips from dresser to suitcase with short halting steps.

“I was foolish to think this would last. I deserve better then you. To think I believed the hype!” Edger’s pacing had become a streak of orange and black.

Meme fell heavily back on her haunches, her grey legs sticking out in front of her. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this! You’re leaving me?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? I should have listened to my mother.” The last Meme heard as a mutter as the man she had pledged faithfulness to padded into the bathroom. Well, Meme didn’t have to listen to that! She stood up and raised her nose to the sky.

“What? What did that old mange-riddled killer have say about me?”

Edger growled and stalked back into the bedroom, his eyes, an amber fire. “Don’t blame my mother! She told me your kind couldn’t be trusted. That you wouldn’t stay loyal, but I didn’t listen. An elephant’s faithful 100%. Isn’t that the saying? Faithful to yourself maybe, but not to me.” The last was almost spat out.

Meme took a step back, then another until she felt her back hit the wall. “What are you accusing me of?”

Edger looked down and for the first time, Meme noticed tear streaks going down his face as well. “I saw you with that oxpecker Meme. There is no need to deny it.”

Meme’s whole body went numb. Then he knew.

Edger grabbed his bag and left. The click of the door was a sound she would never forget.

Keep surfing Webbies, and may all your imaginings be fertile!

— Stara