Don’t Dawdle At The Buffet

All the children gathered in the great room when they were called to be born. Before they could leave, though, they needed to fill their souls with everything they would need in their lives. Helpers filled the lines of options at each of the buffet lines and stood behind the line ready to pour the child’s selection into their cup. One by one, the children lined up and slowly walked down the line. Some liked the look of money and took double helpings, while some likes the sound of laughter and voices and took double helpings of those. Most children took a little of this and a little of that until their cups were full. At the front of the line, as each child prepared to make their journey, they drank from their cup, filling their soul then left. At the end of the line, one lone child was busy getting double and triple helpings of curiosity and wonder. They dawdled so long that they nearly missed their entry. The helpers had to take the child’s half filled cup, pour it down the child’s throat, then push them on their way. It wasn’t until all was said and done that everyone realized the child missed half the line. They didn’t learn the rules to surviving down there.

“Others will care for it and help it,” one helper said.

“Doubt it,” another said, looking at the compassion container that was nearly full.

“Oh. Looks like Peter will be busy with that lot.”

 

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Potatoes

Tubers wonderfully
And lovingly
Tended through
Early spring until
Ready for fall harvest.

Thousands
Of ways to enjoy
Them, but tots and
Shoestring are the tops.

Travis’ Collection

I come from a long line of snake oil salesmen. At least that’s what I’ve always been told. I have been pretty good in any sales job I’ve had, but I just don’t know if this one is going to work for me. Although it does have its perks. I get to see all the rock concerts, stage shows, and circus acts that come through town for free. Oh sure, I have to walk up and down all the stairs selling show crap or food that becomes crap, but I also get to help out back stage. Which means I get to add to my collection every night I work. Why just last night, KISS appeared with Def Leppard opening for them. I was able to add so much to my collection that I felt drunk when I got home.

I tucked in my Brooks Brothers shirt and check out my stubble in the mirror. Julie likes a little five o’clock shadow, or scruff, as she likes to call it, and I am more than happy to oblige. Now to seal the deal. I open my great-great-grandfather’s snake oil cabinet and admire my collection. Tonight, calls for the star of my collection. It was the first bottle I ever collected. I remember it like it was yesterday. Market Square Arena. June 26, 1977. The King was giving his final concert and I was lucky enough to be back stage as a stagehand for the arena. Ah, that voice! Those moves! That sweat! Yes, Julie deserved to be with the King tonight. I uncorked his bottle and splashed a little of King’s sweat on my face. Nothing but the best from my collection for Julie.


This piece was inspired by the Collector Challenge # 29 – Rock Star Sweat