As she spent more time in Man’s World, Diana digested a great deal of knowledge from what the computer told her. Truly, her stumble upon the World Wide Web had been on accident. Wally had left some video site up on another tab. One quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right? Now, Diana knew just who Britney Spears was, what laser hair removal was rated the best in Illinois, and why Brett Farr couldn’t choose over his football career or retirement. She learned that Coca-Cola and Mentos don’t mix, who was bringing this so-called "sexy" back, and- although she now regretted it- figured out why Green Arrow kept suggesting that she become a bunny.
Oddly enough, her favorite search was the forecast. Something mesmerized her about the green clouds of rain, yellow clumps of storms, and blue globs of ice. She dubbed her new favorite color blue. It was, after all, the color of something she had hardly seen on Themyscria. And yet, for some time, the colors puzzled her.
"Why are they like that?" She questioned to Superman as she pointed to the Weather Channel, "Why aren’t they the colors of what they truly are?" Diana watched as Superman’s brow furrowed, obviously unaccustomed to receiving such obvious questions. Diana whisked her hand about, waving the Boy Scout away before she collected an answer. Feeling foolish, she replaced the Doppler radar with Google’s homepage, intent on finding the answer herself.
Before her fingers could even touch the keys, a gravely voice behind her interrupted, "The colors are based on the severity of the weather. Rain is a light green, while the red and yellow symbolize harsh weather approaching, more like a thunderstorm." Batman finished.
As she spent more time in Man’s World, Diana sought information from Bruce. Why Wally’s favorite website featured things about faces and books, which form of Jujitsu should be used on Giganta, and why it was important to have a secret identity. Bruce calmly explained why men grab women's asses in public and even though it is rude and uncalled for, it’s no reason to throw the pigs through walls and threaten to rip their anatomy off. He enlightened her with the reasons they couldn’t be together and then enlightened her with kisses.
Oddly enough, her favorite question was the one on a whim- or on a knee- in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Something sat inside that Bruce Wayne of hers, more than just peculiar facts and dry humor. She dubbed her new favorite color red, after the object that lay within his chest he had finally shared with her and after the color of the roses in her bouquet.
And yet, for some time, another set of colors puzzled her.
"Why white? Why black? Why are the bride and groom colorless?" She questioned her fiancé, pointing to the books and books filling the Wayne Mansion’s coffee table. Growing up on an island of women, Diana hadn’t exactly seen her share of weddings.
"They're colorblind to everyone else, so it wouldn’t matter what color they wore, anyway," He took a seat next to her, placed his hand on the small of her back, "They only have eyes for one another." Bruce finished.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The Golden Girls
It was a Saturday morning, her most favorite day of the week. Rising from her Minnie Mouse sheets and matching comforter, she padded across the carpet and peeked out of her bedroom door. To the left, she could noted that her sister's light was off and the faint sound of snoring was seeping through the crack under her door. Trying not to wake the sleeping princess- the little girl grinned at her own sarcasm- she tiptoed into the hallway and pressed an ear against her mother's door. Like the sun rising and the earth rotating, she could always count on that familiar jingle to start playing.
"Thank you for being a friend, traveling down the road and back again...." The little girl cracked open the door, pleased to feel the sunshine pouring in through the venetian blinds.
"Hey, possum-squally, what are you doing up so early?" Her mother greeted the girl, who just shrugged. Truthfully, she never understood why she always woke up early on Saturdays. It didn't seem like an odd thing to her, though. Her mother scooted over in the large, white bed, making room for her daughter. Her mother's hand patted the bed, moving over her cup of coffee so it wouldn't spill. The little girl smiled softly and made her way onto the comfy ivory expanse. Once there, she snuggled up next to her mother's form and her eyes found the familiar tiny TV screen that sat atop the wooden wardrobe. Dorothy, Sophia, and Rose sat at the kitchen table, discussing wrinkles and lovers over a plate of cheesecake, as Blanche sashayed her way through the swinging door, clad in a glittery flowing gown.
The little girl and her mother laughed along with the program until commercial breaks would bring them back to the real world. During this time, they would chat over plans for the day, Aunt Barb's new car, and other things of that nature. Some time when Will & Grace was playing, the eldest daughter would plow into the room, always hogging the right side of the bed. The daughters would throw one leg onto their mother's own, grinning as she exclaimed they were too heavy, but she always left them there. With Lifetime movie previews playing in the background and the smell of freshly roasted coffee under their noses, the three women would lay in peaceful ambiance, for there were no words needed to speak. These women did not require speech to communicate: a capture of the eye and a corner smile would do the trick.
The three girls would lie in their golden glory, united by hearts and backscratches. These moments or thirty minutes or any instants they wished would last and last were what it was all about. And maybe they didn't last, maybe they were shattered in just a few short years, but then again, all good things must come to an end. There was only one truth about this life that really mattered and it was this: it was happening. Right then, as the three golden girls lay in the supple semblance of life, and every moment afterwards.
-She Gave me this Cactus in a Coffee Can
Kaila Nicole
"Thank you for being a friend, traveling down the road and back again...." The little girl cracked open the door, pleased to feel the sunshine pouring in through the venetian blinds.
"Hey, possum-squally, what are you doing up so early?" Her mother greeted the girl, who just shrugged. Truthfully, she never understood why she always woke up early on Saturdays. It didn't seem like an odd thing to her, though. Her mother scooted over in the large, white bed, making room for her daughter. Her mother's hand patted the bed, moving over her cup of coffee so it wouldn't spill. The little girl smiled softly and made her way onto the comfy ivory expanse. Once there, she snuggled up next to her mother's form and her eyes found the familiar tiny TV screen that sat atop the wooden wardrobe. Dorothy, Sophia, and Rose sat at the kitchen table, discussing wrinkles and lovers over a plate of cheesecake, as Blanche sashayed her way through the swinging door, clad in a glittery flowing gown.
The little girl and her mother laughed along with the program until commercial breaks would bring them back to the real world. During this time, they would chat over plans for the day, Aunt Barb's new car, and other things of that nature. Some time when Will & Grace was playing, the eldest daughter would plow into the room, always hogging the right side of the bed. The daughters would throw one leg onto their mother's own, grinning as she exclaimed they were too heavy, but she always left them there. With Lifetime movie previews playing in the background and the smell of freshly roasted coffee under their noses, the three women would lay in peaceful ambiance, for there were no words needed to speak. These women did not require speech to communicate: a capture of the eye and a corner smile would do the trick.
The three girls would lie in their golden glory, united by hearts and backscratches. These moments or thirty minutes or any instants they wished would last and last were what it was all about. And maybe they didn't last, maybe they were shattered in just a few short years, but then again, all good things must come to an end. There was only one truth about this life that really mattered and it was this: it was happening. Right then, as the three golden girls lay in the supple semblance of life, and every moment afterwards.
-She Gave me this Cactus in a Coffee Can
Kaila Nicole
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