Ah, yes, the little brother, Theo.
It seems to have been a symbiotic relationship that obtained between the two.
CoCo, I'm so glad you're feeling like writing again.
Syl
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Ah, yes, the little brother, Theo.
It seems to have been a symbiotic relationship that obtained between the two.
CoCo, I'm so glad you're feeling like writing again.
Syl
What would I do without you, my dear snowbird?!?!?
Love,
CoCo
I remember that story....what a grand thing it is to write, eh?
Thanks, Quentin.
Since Syl and Size mentioned the case about Vincent, I thought it opportune to mention the other Vincent. Glad you remembered it. Recycled, true, but apropos, I believe.
Perhaps something new before too long? Actually, the tale of the old man and his son on the other thread was the fresh product of last Saturday's doings.
All the best, my friend.
CoCo
I remember it, also.
Spectral Mary ...
Mother and Daughter ...
Shucks, I remember it all, even the page numbers of TADP on which the stories can be found.
I love your writing style, CoCo.
Wish I could emulate it, but alas, it is beyond my limited scope.
Tee hee hee.
Syl
Wish I could emulate it, but alas, it is beyond my limited scope.
Tee hee hee.
Yeah right........CoCo, caught your comment on other thread, I know that feeling well...some day's a diamond, some day's a stone my friend.
I woke from my slumber cold and tried. Sitting on the edge of my bed , mussing with muddled thoughts. Should I lie back down, cover my head, or rise, shake my fist at the sky and wake the dead? The keyboard calls to me, coffee first, perhaps a trickle of Irish added. Then too decide.....
As he sat sipping his irish coffee and eyeing the keyboard the music from the streets took his mind to another day a day just like this one dreamy, thoughtful STOP GET UP don't you realize it's the chair with it's winding tentacles fastening you to itself as it had so many times before. You let it happen even as the keyboard cried longingly for you as your eyelids fell and the chair laughed hissing at the keyboard satisfied with itself.
Just playing around
Keep on playin' around, Nancy.
Syl