observing the observer
“Oh bother… now what?” asked Calliope.
“You’re repeating yourself Cal,” said Urania. “Twenty-four hours have passed — it’s a new day — let’s shake things up a little?”
“But we have a new bother — a new now what?” Calliope adopted a posture of a shrugging woman emoji.
“Somebody said… can’t recall who at the moment… and I don’t have time to look it up if we’re going to make it to yoga this morning… ,”
Urania cut off Thalia mid thought, “We do not have to tell the readers everything we’re doing Tal — get to the quote.”
“Ummm… something like… the goal should not be to rid yourself of opportunities… a.k.a problems in negative speak… but rather to upgrade the challenges? — opportunities! — watering our growth.”
“Like that book you had us start yesterday Nia — it’s offering us an opportunity to become a better writer — we are learning the art of character developement,” said Calliope. “And that is this morning’s now what.”
“I don’t understand the problem… uh, challenge… opportunity?” Thalia’s face was flushed from her effort to get the vocabulary straight.
Calliope rubbed her temple. “As Herriot would have one of his characters say, ‘Aye… that’s a rum ‘un’ — our opportunity is developing three characters out of one woman’s past and present, while shaping her future.”
“We’ll get to dissect her!” Urania’s eyes popped wide like a medical student with a cadaver.
“While still keeping her whole… I see the problem… uh, challenge… opportunity!” said Thalia.
“We’ll need to divvy up her scars, her likes and dislikes, where she shines and where she falls short.” Calliope rubbed the two inch scar on her right hand with her left.
“This is going to be fun!” said Urania.
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“I can hear you… ,” the typist sang with the wisp of a smile. “We’ll see.”