Exposed to light, the misunderstood memories skitter away like startled insects. Slowly, I clear more rocks from the landscape of my childhood.
When I find the courage to pull weeds, I might replace them with roses: Their beauty comes with thorns. Or perhaps cacti, which can survive neglect, even abuse.
Kim Favors worked as a newspaper journalist. She grows her literary garden on California’s Central Coast.
The titanium cylinder arrived battered, but JonX571 recognized the Intergalactic Express logo and the date 2021. Inside were three squirming humans: male, female, intersex.
His own archived memory chips retrieved data on world leaders and nuclear war, and an electronic screen with instructions.
What he found perplexing was “Love them.”
Kim Favors chases falling stars from California.
Green eyes, curly red hair, Southern dialects and harried husbands.
Between casting calls for cougar roles, Dawn practices her craft at Oklahoma’s small town taverns. Bartenders comp her drinks as bouncers keep lookout for the wives.
“Everyone has a backstory, Sugar. And the night’s just getting started.”
The show begins.
Kim Favors lives on California’s coast with dogchild Jesse.
For today’s reunion, Gerald dresses in college jeans with church newsletter photos and clipped obituary in his backpack.
“Uncle Bill, remember me, Gerry? Auntie said you’d moved. I brought some photographs of the family to share with you.
“Your antiques are beautiful. Did Auntie tell you my hobby’s restoring furniture?”
Kim Favors writes from California’s coast.