TUDAWR 11

TUDAWR

TUDAWR 11

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Characters: Me, her, the Universe

Setting: Hot summer day

“Uiihuuu, sure is hot today, huh boy?” She asked me with the most refreshing of smiles. I knew what was coming, I could barely contain myself, yet I did nothing.

“Yes ma’am” is all I could say to her. My lips were almost dry-shut and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. There was no sand in my mouth, I checked, but it surely felt like there was.

“Ooo-oh-oh I’ been walkin’,
Down the rivah,
Where the sunshine,
Comes a’callin”

She exploded in song like only she knew how to. Like only she knew how to, on a high-summer day.

Her deep honeydew voice rang true even from outside the house. Even as she walked away I could still hear her voice, her voice of steel, her voice was here, near my ear, even from outside the house, even as she walked away.

“Ooo-oh-oh I’ been struttin’,
Down the rivah,
Where the sunshine,
Comes a’runin”

I love it when she sings. Cannon ball into a lake, autumn leaves and a new rake; a shooting star, the last cookie in the jar; crocodile eating the impala, vacations in Shambala.

Come on, what rhymes with impala!?

With my back sweat-glued to the chair, I began to feel hungry, I felt like a steamed dumpling. Sweaty and delicious.

“…Where the sunshine,
Shines no mooore mooore more”



“Boy! You ready?”

“Where we goin’?

“Shambala of course”


The Universe remains