Calliope wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes at Thalia. “She was nice!” “I didn’t say she wasn’t nice. I said her personality was flat… like a poured grape, lemon-lime, or cherry soda left out on a table for couple of days.” Thalia sipped through her straw and giggled at the bubbles popping on her tongue.
I don’t mind getting older, but my body is taking it badly. 😁
OTOH, as long as the body is still taking it... 💚
Yay Typist! Great news.
What caught my attention was that each Muse heard a different sound from your heart. Inter-laced with that comment is that much of life is that way. Despite that, good speakers, writers, and, yes, even paintists, find the right message and medium and community results. Nice.