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May 21, 2009

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But I just want to play...

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She turned her head, rolled her eyes and stubbed the cigarette on the bottom of her black stilettos.

“It’s nice. The rings nice Steve. So... thanks. But you know.”

“I don’t know! I don’t understand!” She could see his eyes blink in an attempt to save some dignity. She’d tried to be nice but this was it. Too much.

“Look, keep the ring. You might need it one day. I gotta go.” He tried to grab her hand. She stood up.

“Sorry Steve. But I just want to play.”

Her stilettos crunched on the gravel.

Posted by: GKJ at May 21, 2009 1:15 AM · Permalink

“But I’m a gypsy!” I want to scream at them. “I can’t do it. Take away the desk! The reports! The computer. The god forsaken 9 to 5 crap.” I want to scream it. Louder and louder.

But I don’t.

Because I know when I arrive home there will be a car in my driveway to pay for. And an electricity bill on the table. And somebody else’s mouth to feed.
I just want to leave. To be free. Find the coast and follow it.

I just want to play.

Posted by: Kim at May 21, 2009 1:49 AM · Permalink

Don stroked the materials scattered across the table. A lot of things could be created from string, rice paper, ribbon and dowels but he felt playful. He was captured by one of those rare moods that sent him soaring, dipping through candy clouds and relaxing on the crest of the moon. All thoughts of work drifted as he taped, glued and tied his stress to the vivid red paper. Excitement lured him out the door, down the concrete hardness to the strip of green. His awkward gait drew stares. The string pulled against the wind as the kite soared playfully.

Posted by: marie at May 21, 2009 8:50 AM · Permalink

Kim stood over her cauldron, hair aflame, wondering who needed a "playful" spell. She hated how the world had become so boring, consumed with materialistic madness. The toad legs were the last ingredient. They bobbed. POOF! The liquid thickened turning purple before crystallizing into fine powder.

Rush hour peaked with screeching trains and annoyed voices. Kim stood on the steps and released the “playful” glitter. The crowd metamorphosed into bubbling joy. People chatted… Hugged… Laughed. The spectacle was mesmerizing, beautifully unique as if some rare butterfly had burst from its cocoon, new and vibrant. Kim turned, “Playing is such fun.”

Posted by: marie at May 21, 2009 11:30 PM · Permalink

‘But I just want to play,’ said the faux polar bear rug on Amy’s floor.

‘Shhhh, mummy will hear you. We’re leaving early tomorrow to visit Grandma…she hasn’t been very well.’

‘But I just want to play; I’ve wanted to ask you to play with me ever since I arrived. I can take you to your grandmother’s house, but I need your help.’

‘How can I help you?’

‘You can use your magic powers to make me fly.’

‘What magic powers? I don’t have magic powers.’

‘Have you ever looked for your magic powers?’

‘No, where shall I find them?’

Posted by: Anonymous at May 22, 2009 12:57 AM · Permalink

Marie stared at the blank wall. I sat beside her trying not to stare at her amazing profile. There was so much tension after having been apart so long but equally a comfort that had almost been forgotten. I pondered whether to press for answers, knowing there was a sea of pain and weariness beneath the color of her eyes. I was in far too serious a mood. After all, she only wanted a chance to get away, to free herself from the day to day. She just wanted to step back into youth for a while - To play.

Posted by: Don at May 22, 2009 10:09 AM · Permalink