PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

REO Speedwagon’s Ridin’ the Storm Out sets the tone for the morning. I’ve no idea what going on, but I feel like writing. Of course, this happens while I’m at the office. Ursula, my muse, is sitting here in the office like she is a client or something. Knowing, damn well she’s being a pain in the ass.

She’s looking me pouting as I type these words, like there is heat in them. She knows if she keeps whispering, I’m going to write a story or a bit of prose.

Really? the twirling the hair thing? It’s like that?

She smiles and snaps her fingers

Malcolm Young playing rhythm …

Here comes Angus’s power chord … shit

I look over at Ursula and her eyes are sparkling and her hips begin to sway as Bon Scott begins to do his thing.

I sit here trying to fight off the tremors that come every time I hear this song. I know there is no use, but its adorable I try.

All right, Ursula

If you want ink? You got it!