An Unfounded Lament and An Unpublished Story

Despite my lamenting about the departure of my Yang muse, I have managed to write a story.

I am rather proud.

Sadly, I am too paranoid to post it... it reveals too much, I think. I feel I must confer with my elders before I post the whole thing.

Whoever said that 'writing can be cleansing for the soul' deserves a cookie.

But here's a tidbit anyway: (This may be edited for future purposes)

Chelsea was well prepared for moments like this. Granted, this was extremely unexpected of her, what with her reputation. She wasn’t a straight ‘A’ student, but she was definitely miles above average. She was always cheerful and polite to everyone, and always did her best.

But sometimes, she felt the need to slack off.

She always got away with it. She had an ability to always produce a perfectly flawless excuse, all thanks to her fantastic imagination and shrewd brain. And given her clean record, the teachers never second-guessed her… never even batted an eyelash.

Lying came easily to her. At least, in most situations.

Her planned excuse for today was, “I have a doctor’s appointment.” And she said just that.

“The bus to town stops on the other side of the street.”

Lying through her teeth was easy. She was good at this... In most situations.

She attempted to flash a sheepish grin. “I was thinking of dropping off my bag first. It’s no fun dragging around a heavy bag.”

He finally seemed satisfied with that. “Oh, I see.”

Chelsea’s inner self sighed with relief. That was close. Two more questions and she would have had to call Code I (‘I’ for improvisation). She rarely ever felt the need to call Code I so quickly. Making excuses was never this taxing. What made it so difficult now?

Never mind, she knew the answer to that.