Posts Tagged ‘statues’

Today Pegman took us to Ljubljana, Slovenia. While looking at pictures of this beautiful town, I was reminded of the ungrateful me at sixteen when my parents sent me to Europe with my sister. What an opportunity. I enjoyed most of it but was so distraught over having to “leave my boyfriend” who was actually fighting in Vietnam at the time, I didn’t allow myself to absorb the culture. Ah, hindsight. Anyway, here are my 150-words. I hope you enjoy my wee bit of fluff.

“Mom! I don’t want to see another church!”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to go home.”
“Honey, this is the trip of a lifetime. None of your friends will ever get a chance like this.”
None of my friends want a chance like this.
“How ’bout we get something to eat. Come on.”
“The hotdog I ate last night made me puke.”
“I think that was the ride on the boat, not the Kranjska Klobasa.”
“Whatever.” Dad has taken me sailing for the last twelve years. I doubt a boat ride was the problem.
“We could go to the square to see that statue Valbotg told us about last night.”
“I will stab my eyes out if I see another marble statue. Mom! Really?”
“Think of something, anything you’d like to do. Anything.”
Oh! Wait! Look at him. Look. At. Him. “Let’s rent some bikes!”

Well, this is certainly an interesting picture. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who chose the photo and to Roger Bultot for submitting it to our Fairy Blog Mother.

We called you Big Stan the Pretzel Man. Not kindly. You didn’t seem to mind. You gifted us salted pretzels slathered with spicy yellow mustard and told stories about your grandma, cotton plantations, the hard times and the easier ones. We kids sat, picking scabs on our knees, gobbling pretzels, wanting to get away while our mother’s voices repeating, “Be polite to Stan” rattled around in our heads.

The day they found you beaten, your cart burned to a pile of twisted metal and exploded glass, we pretended we hadn’t seen anything and slowly drifted away.