SETTING: The World on Fire

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arts</p><p id="ce35">“Thank you,” said Papa, “oh lords of the magic arts!”</p><p id="89c1">Papa stormed up the stairs, his box of treasures in tow. There was no time to split hairs but hairs could split time and make it slow.</p><p id="6ee8">He pulled a long strand from the top of his head dipped it into the potion and watched it turn red.</p><p id="9e60">Pouring it quickly into the nib of his quill, Papa swirled his wand swiftly and time stood all but still.</p><p id="7786">Baby’s shriek slurred down, the lull a welcome reprieve. Papa crushed a pill ground so Mama could be relieved.</p><p id="c38c">He laid Mama down to sleep, giving his weary wife a break. As she was off counting sheep, the Baby he could take.</p><p id="5939">Mending her doll toy by each limb lost to her prying, Papa managed to bring her some joy or at least a pause to her crying.</p><p id="2e26">He knew it wouldn’t be long before getting one more chorus from this choir. But someday soon he’ll be singing her song as she’s setting the world on fire.</p><p id="bb52"><i>The natural progression to here: <a href="

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SETTING: The World on Fire

CHARACTERS: Papa, Mama and Baby TIME: 2 am in the shire CURTAIN UP: or not, maybe…

The sound of the child wailing to the wind. Mama’s hair is wild. Papa’s is pinned,

Tucked under his wizard hat, as he sorts through boxes. Mama’s headache is SPLAT! Baby’s whine is obnoxious.

She tore apart her doll for the third time this week. She’s bored with her ball and her screaming’s reached peak.

Papa usually handles these hassles in a quick flick of his wand. But since they’ve just moved castles, he can’t make beds, baths or beyond.

The movers were so remiss that his mind keeps getting twisted. Aha! They mislabeled it “Office” but the contents were still listed:

potions, pills, and plastic parts

“Thank you,” said Papa, “oh lords of the magic arts!”

Papa stormed up the stairs, his box of treasures in tow. There was no time to split hairs but hairs could split time and make it slow.

He pulled a long strand from the top of his head dipped it into the potion and watched it turn red.

Pouring it quickly into the nib of his quill, Papa swirled his wand swiftly and time stood all but still.

Baby’s shriek slurred down, the lull a welcome reprieve. Papa crushed a pill ground so Mama could be relieved.

He laid Mama down to sleep, giving his weary wife a break. As she was off counting sheep, the Baby he could take.

Mending her doll toy by each limb lost to her prying, Papa managed to bring her some joy or at least a pause to her crying.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before getting one more chorus from this choir. But someday soon he’ll be singing her song as she’s setting the world on fire.

Andy Meyer provided the words: potions, pills, and plastic parts. I can only blame my life for the rest of the inspiration.