A mean-spirited old woman falls into a vat of butter on her way home, taking her on a journey into beauty she has long forgotten.
what does she see? who does she meet? how does she emerge from the vat?
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Liminal loglines - daily doses
A liminal plan
As I awake from some REM-inducing state or other, I'll post a logline, piece of dialogue or synopsis, culled from the strange - or mundane - within. Which is hereby referred to as a limiline.
Afterwards, there will be questions, to be answered by you, wide awake or not.
I WILL REPLY TO COMMENTS EVENTUALLY, IF NOT SOONER.
Afterwards, there will be questions, to be answered by you, wide awake or not.
I WILL REPLY TO COMMENTS EVENTUALLY, IF NOT SOONER.
POSTS
- A Fitting Arrangement (1)
- A Frank Man (1)
- A Vat of Butter (1)
- Anna on the Verge (1)
- Aquaplane (1)
- Boiling Pods (1)
- Connections (2)
- Dog Days (1)
- faust.com (1)
- Fin Land (1)
- Flashing Bulbs (1)
- Fortuna (1)
- I Take Me (1)
- Interlude - Inde's Dream (1)
- Keeping It (1)
- Libre (1)
- Little World (1)
- Moving On (1)
- Our Old Story (1)
- Sources (1)
- The Clown of Tears (1)
- The Journal (1)
- The Nose (1)
- The Tree of Me (1)
- The Wild Robe (1)
- Timed (1)
- Tuned (1)
3 comments:
The mean old woman lands on a frying pan which gets hotter and hotter. She meet scaricatures of people she was mean to in the past, and must be nice to them now. But it is a race against time. She must be nice before she is fried to a crisp.
She'd only ever considered herself and what she could get from the world. When she fell into trouble her only way out was to share the burden. She offerd portions of the butter to the starving, the lonely and those who'd lost hope. As the rich flavour spread it gave the world energy, hope and love. Arms of those she'd helped reached in to help her out of the vat of her self-obsession. Finally she realised the beauty in helping strangers.
Of course, the women never returned from the delicious golden vat of butter - having never before considered the beauty that could lie in something ANYthing as mundane, as matter-of-fact....as butter.
Her world was revolutionized in an instant and her tranquill nature resounded so! Throughout every atom that reverberated as her b e i n g. A complete and golden embrace, much like the dawn, from which she would never return.
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