Monday, January 1, 2018

Coydog Chalcedony

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony"
   
   Celestine sat @ the dump, more like a scattered junkyard for waste; plus, plenty of mechanical debris, such as lawnmowers, old trucks, and an Indian Motorcycle that had more rust than wheels; moreover, while it was the local county dump for those not subscribing to trash pick-up services, it also housed a spirit of things recycled and gained--Celestine's queer but heavenly name described her modest demeanor and controlled passion for existence, especially with her fancy coydog she bought off of the Internet, Cody.
   Cody was always there, wearing a snazzy collar with a small Chalcedony stone, it having in-growths of quartz and moganite, as if quartz really does grow like flowers, especially in Arkansas, where crystals are a natural abundance.
   It was a walk-in-the-park gig for Celestine, this life, yet not without Herculean tasks, or seemingly so, like a lot of Cinderella labors.  As long as Cody was there, and futurity hinted at every possibility targeted by Celestine's dreams, she knew she wouldn't have to make it out, but make it farther into her interior life, yet mesh with the masses, stay away from media save the sophisticated, and remember that dogs are always loyal when working on the reward system, though fetch for fun.