Devil’s Breath and Mardi Gras

I opened the lid and pulled out a smaller round wooden box. I lifted the lid, sneaked a peek inside and did not let Columbine see. I teased her with with a pantomimed expression of delight, my eyes wide with effected excitement and my mouth pursed in an overly emoted conspiratorial grin.

“We’ll get in trouble,” Xavi said sternly.

I Think Whatever Just Happened to be Very Awkward

Colum Fountain Curio’s owned that gray building on a muddy hill near the foot of Landing Ridge. The flat roof had three oversized vent hoods that dwarfed the building. Below the muddy hill was a muddy flat area next to a muddy creek where he built his house and painted it the same drab bluish gray. Rains splashed the surrounding muddy ground and gave both buildings muddy skirts.