My kid kicking it Old Skool and a parable for your Friday afternoon.
Fate was late today. Terribly late. Bigger than detention late. The kind of late that gets to you sent to summer school. And if I were Fate’s mother, I’d be a little chagrined with her behavior.
But Fate is incorrigible. She doesn’t mind being sent to Summer school because there is a boy there she likes. Really likes. His name is Destiny.
Funny name for a boy, but Fate does not mind. Fate likes different and unique and she’s an optimist. She knows that in the end, it is not the name you were born with that defines who you are. It’s your willingness to bend and flex and be late when it matters. Besides, he has really long lashes. The kind Fate’s mother, Hope, would kill for if Hope was the killing kind. And that makes him beguiling.
Fate was terribly late today. But she had a good excuse. It just wasn’t her turn to be on time. And she’s pretty sure she can explain that to her mother.
I love that typewriter! They were works of art. Also, Fate sounds cute. It’s too bad she’s taken with Destiny. Does she have a sister named Karma? 😀
I love the typewriter–necessity is the mother of invention when the computer isn’t available. 🙂
Fate and I have a tense relationship at times. I love her because she’s beautiful and usually gets her way but she is soooooo unreliable. Seriously, if it weren’t for great times we’ve had, I wouldn’t put up with her crap.
Loving your parable – I hope that if she was late, she was at least kind. 🙂
LOVE IT! I love the whole concept of Fate and Destiny. (And Karma too -nice add!) One question though: If mother is hope, then what is father?
Love the form of the hands — beautiful!! Great keyboarding technique!
Oh, and that Fate can be so fickle. Careful, Destiny.