I hold an eight-coloured umbrella upside-down, letting bulbous water pockets splotch into the bowl but only from yellow segments – like lime-wedges you plug beer with, but yellower – on which CurvaceousCanary perches superciliously, also a little precariously, loses its lahdidah ballet-dancer poise and falls ungracefully into Soup D’Monsoon Petrichor, just when CovidCat gets guts and strings the guitar, no less superciliously, for CurvilicousCanary who’s now crooning a cabernet, making half-moon eyes at CovidCat, asking for his references, “What’s your poison?”, to which he answers, whiskers whirling, “I’m Murakami’s.”
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Mindfills of musings for Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt – Downpour (88 word challenge) & MindLoveMisery’s – uncontrollable Nonsense & Fandango’s FOWC – Reference
