There's No Benadryl for People

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.


“Haha, mommy. You made a boob!” Kara Jean laughed.

Sam looked at the curved mound of sand. She supposed the rounded knoll did look like a boob. It was going to be domed roof, something that would make their castle stand out against the half a dozen others that were being constructed along the of the beach.

A woman appeared with an angry squawk.

"Can't you read?” She thrust a paper into Sam's face and shook it, making it hard to see anything. A gust of wind grabbed it and curled it up around the fist holding it. “Sand castles may NEVER include such a sexist depiction of women."

“I'm sorry, it was--”

"Start over. Next time you'll be disqualified." The woman stomped the castle back into shapeless lumps of sand and then tromped away muttering.

“Why was that lady so mean?” Kara Jean asked, staring at the ruins of their castle.

“I don't know honey. Some people just have a need to tear things down.”

"I wanna go home."

"If we leave now, it'll be because of her. She wins. I don't want that."

"Me neither."


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ElshaHawk LoA

The life lesson is a good one.

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