A New Bloom

What’s that? Sure: The name’s Hoskins. Tempest Alexander Hoskins, to be precise. Sorry – you didn’t need the whole name, eh? It seemed relevant, since you wanted to know.I’d appreciate it if you’d speak a pinch louder. When the spine severed, the hearing went as well. Ah, that’s better. If you stay just there, I can catch your voice.You want to know what happened is it? I was simply taking a cup of tea and the morning paper when those pesky lesser moons of Uranus came into alignment above my head. I heard about the possibility on the late news but never thought I’d be the one over whom they’d come together.Say again? Why am I so calm? What’s a fellow to do after all? It’s happened, hasn’t it? Onward and upward, I say. No need to get all bent out of shape.Particularly if you already are.

It’s Weird Wednesday. I won’t go into all the details except to say that I am not on speaking terms with one of the dogs since before dawn, I had an unexpected and unpleasantly strange text-like conversation this afternoon, a recon mission that I was looking forward to has been postponed, and I’m terribly overdue for a nap.For these primary reasons, I needed to write for this week’s VisDare. I offer 150 words to the point in honor of this very strange day. I suspect those moons are laughing above my head, right now. In the meanwhile, click the image above to visit the prompt and add your thoughts.