Practicing luck.

They sat cross legged with heads bowed.

A murmuring sound came from the whole group as if they had all seen the same apparition together.

You are lucky.

Repeat.

Be it.

Lucky you.

With pleasure.

Diluted origins of fame.

Not you, because we know you are the greatest raconteur of all time.

That’s why we can’t wait to meet again.

Soon.

Sooner.

Let’s fix the time and place right now.

Odds in betting, fillers and magma traders.

Romantic interludes were a well known feature of life, in novels, films and sometimes in daily life.

Possibility and the theory of melting certitude has changed things, but only in tone.

Music, atmosphere or use of language.

We get the picture.

Modal contemplation and the iconic fragmentation of daisy-chains.

The marble maze and the pillars of green obscured the view of the Mauve Mountains of Mirth.

Kindly wayfarers passed the trail in search of ponds, pineapples, and pinion wheels.

A day at a theme park has its dilemmas.

Every taste is catered for.

They don’t know what we want. Yet!

Their privacy is your best comedy intro.

We hide, you shout.

Where is the ticket tout?

We have sent watermelons as gifts.

The air bed is soft, sleepy and adrift.

Yours is the glory, begin with the story.

Chapter and verse.