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The Blog(u) 21: Starry Starry Night

‘Oops. Excuse me.’ plink hiccupped again in embarrassment and a pink spark joined the little blaze of thought fluttering before her.
‘Do you know what to do?’ she asked the twin sparks.
The twinkling sparks, one white and one pink, blinked agreement. Rising ever higher, they trailed behind them the starry fire of plink’s love. As they rose, the two sparks drew closer and closer. A bright flash of light lit the vault of the sky as they came together, then four bright lights spiraled towards the heavens.
Another flash, eight lights. Once more and sixteen bright little stars blazed joyously in the evening sky.
‘Go now. Go tell everyone.’
Sixteen stars blinked as one, then arced away in sixteen different directions.

The little star came floating down from the sky. Darting uncertainly one way, then another, it clearly did not know where to go next. Ghoul was used to that. Being unseen and unfelt was nice in some ways, but the mail did take some time to catch up.
Ghoul watched as the little pink spark bobbed closer, then went up to it. Still unseen, Ghoul asked it, ‘Were you looking for me?’

Kucing Gatal was tidying up around the house when she heard a knock at the door. She had not been expecting visitors and so was doubly surprised when she went to answer it. The source of the polite little tap on her front door was a little bubble of pink lightning. A very familiar little bubble of pink lightning.

Browsing through the blogtrees, Yvy was adding her comments to the twinkling fires of thought that flitted from blog to blog. As the little girl wrote and thought, she became aware that something was watching her. Steeling herself, Yvy whirled around to confront a very startled pink invitation.

Swirling lights ablaze around his head, the Ghost Hunter sat at meditation in his training hall. Drifting slowly down through the rafters, almost like a pink snowflake, a new thought joined his ideas.
Eyes unopened, the Hunter smiled.
‘It’s about time.’

The good doctor was sat scribbling away at a prescription on his desk. A nurse poked her head around his door, ‘Look doc, see what came in the mail.’
‘Can eat one or not?’ The good doctor did not look up.
‘Er… cannot.’
‘Can throw away one or not?’
‘Cannot.’
‘Hamisu eat also cannot, throw away also cannot?’
‘Invitation ler doc,’ Blizzard waved the little globe of pink lightning at him.
He eyed the nurses suspiciously. ‘Invitation ar? Wedding bomb izzit? RM100? RM200? How much now?’
‘Nolar, invitation only. See?’
And he did.

Queen Min of the Forest had been contemplating the ever-changing face of the river when she saw an unfamiliar light reflected from the sky. She raised her face to gaze at the little star that fell gently from the heavens.
‘Come,’ she beckoned and it went obediently to her outstretched hand.
‘More comments?’ asked the Queen Fy of the Rivers. Smiling knowingly, Queen Min shook her head.
‘Nay, sister queen. Not comments.’
‘What is it then?’ asked the Queen of the Hills.
Holding forth plink’s invitation, the Forest Queen said quite simply, ‘Courage.’

posted by plink @ 8:47 am