“Sup?” Thalia asked. Nia looked at Cal for translation. Cal shrugged. “Are you asking us, ‘What’s up?’” said Nia. “No silly!” Thalia made a rowing…
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Crumbs fell from Thalia’s toast as she exited the kitchen through the sliding glass door. The Muse of Wit took a seat on a patio chair. She swiveled to…
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Water whooshed through the percolator and saturated a filter full of Peruvian grounds. “Fire!” Thalia yelled. She held a sketch pencil in one hand and a…
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Calliope turned up the volume. Mission Impossible’s theme music wound itself around the muses. “I CANNOT believe I’m going to say this,” Urania’s…
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Calliope rubbed her thumb over pinhead-sized wound on her index finger. “We sure got a lot of weeding done yesterday!” “Did you say procrastinating…
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Calliope crossed the boards with the fluidity of a melting ice cube. She crouched and soundlessly slid her camera between the deck chair’s seat and arm…
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Thalia pulled the lonely frock from its hanger and laid it on the bed. Its lace appliqué — a passion fueled purchase from a clearance rack — had only…
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Words from Typist: A friend is coming to spend the night. I get to share a few of my favorite things and… maybe a new thing or two. All (except Thalia…
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The Muse of Wit leaped and sang, “Peel a banana upside down… If you spell your name correctly, you will get another turn. Capital T-H-A-L-I-A.” With…
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Thalia sighed. “She’s gone and done it again.” “She has,” Urania confirmed. “At least she’s aware this time?” Cal grinned. “And is thinking through a…
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“Honestly,” Urania tsk-tsked and worried the hem of her dress with her fingers. “A two-year-old could draw a better Kermit.” “Careful Nia.” Cal’s warm…
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Lightening struck. Thunder boomed. Thalia scanned a wall of grey in search of a blue window. “Looks like the paddleboard is staying in its backpack…
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