Sunny Spring Saturday
“Thalia!” Urania called. “Get off of that bird!” Recognizing a harshness in her voice she took a breath and softened. “Ummm… please? We want your help with today’s letter — and we only have a few more minutes until Typist needs to leave for the clinic.”
“Urania!” Tal shouted and flapped. “I’ve already done my part — modeling for today’s drawing.” The Muse of Wit freed a loose feather from her ride’s back and watched it float downward. She asked the bird to take her higher.
“Oh my!” Calliope, afraid of heights, gripped the arms of her chair even though she was on solid ground.
Thalia loved to push against Cal’s boundaries. “Anais Nin said life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage! Want to join me?”
“Maybe later.” Cal waved and smiled. “Nia and I are going to finish up today’s letter. Right?” She looked to the Muse of Determination for back up.
“Yes, that’s right,” said Urania who waved at Tal. “You ride the bird, we’ll ride in the truck with Typist. See you at the clinic.”
Thalia leaned forward and tightened her grip. “Can we go faster?” she asked her feathered friend who winked, and flapped with flourish.
A word from Typist: