“Annabelle darling, your head’s in the clouds again.”
I blinked, sending automatic apologies to Ginnie and Fleur.
“Mama?”
She laughed good-naturedly.
“I said you’ve your head in the clouds again. Honestly, you seem barely here these days, not since you met – oh.”
She broke off, and smiled slyly. I blinked again and, unconnected, the blink was just a blink, a suitable expression of puzzled innocence.
“You forget that your Mama has been there herself. I know what it’s like. I can guess who you’re daydreaming over.”
I played it obtuse.
“Mama?”
“Stevie, of course.” She let it go with a shrug. “I’ve been trying to tell you he’s here.”
I sped clumsily to the hall, confirming, no doubt, her worst suspicions, but she was wrong. It was true that my head had been in the Cloud since I met Stevie, but only because he had supplied my neural link.
Another Visdare inspired piece, and, as ever, I urge you to follow the link to see both the prompt and the other entries.
This very interesting, but I was a tiny bit confused by the ending. Does she like Stevie?
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Brevity never was my strongest suit, I’m afraid, and I’m a bit rusty. I’m not sure if she likes him (she’s a teenage girl, after all, who can tell) but he’s not a boyfriend, only a supplier.
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Oh, she’s doing drugs? I didn’t catch that at all! ha Perhaps I wasn’t paying close enough attention.
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Thanks for following my blog, by the way.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Interesting. I had made a more fantasy/surreal connection with Annabelle’s “cloud.” Either way, it’s a riveting entry and I want to read more! Dynamic setup, from the very first sentence. Great entry!
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