Heers wut ya git!

Pull up a seat and read a little. If you are from WV you are probably like me and have never learned to read so get someone to read it to you. I'm Skully, my friend Mike listens to me and translates my words from Hickglish to English. He is familiar with the ways of folks from other areas, and can communicate readily with the general populace.
(Fetch ya a char an lisen ta wuts heer. If’n yer frum West Verginua yu r proly lak me an ain’t had no reedin ejukashun so git sumbudy to reed it to ya. I’m Skully, ma frend Mak lisens ta mee an translates ma werds frum normul to wut them thar hi falootin peepole talks. He nows how to talk to outciders an can speek thar langwige.)

Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Friday, November 17, 2006

Warm, comfortable and secure under layers of soft blankets, lying on his stomach clutching his best friend. An endearing companion and a more than adequate replacement for pacifiers long since outgrown, was “Froggy”.

He was purchased from Sears several years ago from the 1970 Christmas edition of the catalog. His thoughtful Mother saw the sparkle in her baby’s eyes when he discovered it while eagerly scanning the wonderful toys in the magical pages.

Squeezing Froggy tightly and pressing his face against his soft, foam filled, polyester friend, he softly mumbled, “night-night Froggy.”

At once daylight intervened, the cozy and warm place at the edge of dreams became other than the normal playground. He found himself sitting at a desk covered with paperwork and implements of business. “Where are we Froggy? There is a TV here but I don’t know how to work it. It looks weird, and it says Windows and password.” Froggy just smiled and stared with his gleaming black eyes. “This sure is a big chair and desk, I’m scared.” He wasn’t really scared, as he was an adventurer at heart. He loved to go to unknown places and sit in silence and listen to the sounds, to learn the new place, to put himself into the environment and become part of it.

“Let’s go exploring, Froggy, let’s see what this place is.” He slid out of the chair, holding Froggy tightly, as they crept across the worn carpet into the next room. “This is the same as the other room, it looks just like the stables at the fairgrounds. I wonder what they watch on the TVs, and what is Windows? Look, there’s a kitchen and everything, a refrigerator and stove and a sink…there are machines humming and they have blinking lights all over them. It looks like the Apollo place on TV when those guys went to the moon. I hope we don’t get in trouble for being here.”

“Mike…MIKE…HEY MIKE! The system has locked up again.” A voice, distant at first, encroaches on perceived reality as the scene changes. “Look Froggy, where did all of these people come from?” “Mike, didn’t you hear me? The system is locked again and we can’t afford another day of downtime.” The office manager was in a state of panic as my head cleared. “It’s nothing, the Internet connection bounced and it dropped the VPN tunnel. I’ll cycle power on the router and we’ll be back up in about three minutes.”

A dream of dreaming in the past is unsettling to say the least, but wonderful as well. As I sit in my big chair at my big desk, in my cubicle, performing tasks that keep the millions of dollars flowing, I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach; one that longs for the warm feeling of my best friend that now lies entombed in a large Tupperware container in the corner closet of the basement. “I love you, Froggy!”


Kingfisher said...

A bittersweet tale.

I would avoid cliches like "to say the least" and "warm feeling."

The 1970 catalogue description is a little pedantic. A description that telegraphs the time might have been more effective. Maybe move the Apollo section to do this?

The point of view jumps too much. In 500 words, it's best to restrict the view. The best writers might get away with something else, but not us.

As your first entry, I award you with a "Get Out Of Rules Free" card. The later passages tread on adult viewpoints. The rules clearly stated a child's perspective.

"There is a TV here but I don’t know how to work it." I really liked this. Perhaps a sci-fi type of story is born with this phrase. Explore it!

Thanks for joining us!

This Girl I Used to Know said...

OK, I thought this was an interesting piece. I liked the dream-in-a-dream bit... although, I think that might work better with a slightly longer piece. It felt like it was tough to cram all that in 500 words.

The piece had a surreal quality that I liked. It made it seem more dreamlike and also excused that parts that I couldn't quite connect.

The switch in voice at the end was a little jarring from He to I - but again - dream sequence.

I liked it. I look forward to seeing what you do with the next assignment :)

Sea Hag said...

The flip-flopping POV is a little confusing, I had to go back and read it a few times to understand what was going on.

Biff Spiffy said...

Glad you posted!

I too had to read this one a few times to get the idea. In fact, I came back to it a few times to let it sink in.

It has an echoing, helpless quality that channels childlike dreaming nicely.