15 March 2014
This one is dedicated to my fellow “Book Bandit”, James, who is preparing to depart on a solo trek up the California coast in a couple of weeks time. He will be hiking from Orange County to the Golden Gate Bridge and anticipates it will take about 40 days. He made the mistake of inferring he was going to lash a a Barbie doll to his backpack. Today, several of us had a little fun at his expense. This was my skewer! All in fun.
The prompts are:
1. She moved like a breeze
2. Now that’s funny
3. I’m not your problem
After a week on the road I discovered Malibu Barbie had stowed away.
She wouldn’t go home and I couldn’t just leave her.
I decided to let her come along for the trip.
After ten days on the road I found, to my surprise, that
I like having her around.
I just wish she’d talk more.
It’s lonely out here.
When the wind comes up she moves with the breeze. So graceful.
After two weeks on the road I told her that I loved her.
I told her how much I enjoy dancing with her as we work our way up the coast.
“Now that’s funny,” she said, “keep walking.”
After three weeks on the road I begin to suspect that she is stealing food and putting something in my water, but I have no proof.
I resolve to watch her more carefully.
It’s been four weeks and that bitch is really getting on my nerves.
Constantly humming and singing that song. Over and over again.
She has a way about her. Power that I could never have imagined.
I believe she even controls the geography and the very road that we traverse.
She has made it all uphill. There is no respite from the climb.
I hate her. She has to go.
There is a high bridge in Big Sur.
I made good use of it
Her final plea was, “Wait James, I’m not your problem.”
It was peaceful in Monterey.
It was quiet in Moss Landing and I treated myself to lunch at Phil’s.
I waved to the hippies in Santa Cruz.
Sausalito, at last. There are doctors to meet me here and a friendly policeman.
The doctors tell me that they are going to take me somewhere to rest. They say I look like I could use a good, long rest.
The policeman asks only, “What did you do with Barbie?”
Time is up. Put down your writing implements and step away from the paper.