I had scheduled a different post for today… Then Tess Kincaid flashed flirty toes on piano keys, and I felt an intense urge to share a quote from Pre-Chaos, one of my works in progress:
“Standing in front of my kitchen sink, with Eme still glowering at me from one of his shoulders, Leo Drake looked like the statue of a wide-eyed twenty-first century Goth deity. ‘What is this place?’
‘I call it a kitchen,’ I said, but Leo’s doubtful expression told me that my sarcastic nonchalance wasn’t going to cut it. I didn’t entertain much, so I wasn’t used to his reaction. In two years, no one but Sweettooth had been in my home. I followed Leo’s eyes, and guessed that after seeing Old Tori’s weathered exterior, most people would assume that the inside of my house matched its dilapidated façade.
‘And this is just a flowerpot, right?’ Leo ran a hand over the side of the red mahogany piano, which Sweettooth and I had upcycled into a planter. It housed a Canary Island ivy plant whose vines had claimed every inch of my kitchen’s south wall, except the glass window behind the sink.”
The photo made me think of simple magic… of playful love… and of instruments that do more than what they were created to do…
via Magpie Tales, for Mag 205