Time has slipped past me without me noticing once again, so let us return to: the Random CD prompt.
Find a song as randomly as you like (from your own music collection, online radio streams, good old YouTube, etc) and use its first line as your own. Then? Take it from there, in poetry or prose.
I think we all know by now that credit goes where it's due for the borrowed lyrics, but I'll say it again anyway.
Went back to the Mother Goose group with Max this morning. A few new faces to go with those that were there last week. Still lots of fun. Still the only dad.
Oh, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten - we'll be going back to Mejaran tomorrow.
Knights of Cydonia by Muse
"Come ride with me through the veins of history."
By all rights, that should have been the end of the conversation right there. Most days I get pestered by an obvious nutjob I just walk away. Maybe after a snide observation or three, if it's been a rough one.
That night in the bar though, something was different. It could have been on his end: the earnestness in his eyes, the steady hand he held out to me, the way he fit into those jeans. Or, and I'll admit that this is the more likely option, it could have simply been the two pitchers of beer I'd taken care of shortly before he strode into my life.
"So what, you've got a time machine parked out back or something?" I asked, laughing loudly at my drunken wit. "Like a DeLorean? You don't look like Mikey Fox to me."
"This is your one and only chance," he said with unnerving calm. "You do not want to let this opportunity slip away."
In response I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my contact list. The names were a little blurry but I knew they had one thing in common: I hadn't spoken with any of them in months.
"Sure, what the hell? What have I got to lose?"
"That's not the question you should be asking," he said with the first appearance of that damned smile of his. I pushed myself to my feet, swaying gently as I waited for his elaboration. "I would suggest instead: what have you got to gain?"
"Riches beyond imagination?" I asked, trying to sound like I didn't really mean it.
"Something like that."
Well, with a hook like that what was a girl like me to do but go with him? So I went.