megan. bored again at the annual neighborhood halloween party.
her husband larry is "on a corporate retreat" so she borrows his hermes tuxedo shirt, pulls on some funky stripey tights from juicy couture and finishes the look off with a "price available upon request" cuff from a west end boutique.
kids are bobbing for apples. her pirate kid just bit a bumblebee kid's cheek, mistaking it for an apple. but she can't hear that. she has locked eyes with kevin, posed on a wall across the room, dressed as a mime. he lives 4 houses down with a boxer puppy named fletch. he runs 2x a day and telecommutes with bejing.
kevin walks over to her table. hands her a sour apple martini. asks if the biter kid is hers. but she can't hear that. she hears latin music, a samba.
have to stop the story here, kids! i need to go do a load of bath towels and sort the recycling! ahhh. MY glamourous life!
6 comments:
***gulp!*** nice.
The illo is beautiful...love the scrunched moon face. And I love the mini-romance novella! Whew!!!
Your work is so incredible, your sense of humor is such a joy. By the way besides crows I love skulls and your moon is awesome.
Ha! I love that she locked eyes with a mime! You are SO funny!
Wow! This is beautiful, Froggie! I love reading your post too!
"Megan" is awesome! Quite beautiful work, Froggie! Love the outfit and the skull in the moon. Love the tawdry story too. Megan can't hear much, can she? Of course, when a mime asks a question, you shouldn't hear it, should you?
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