This week’s words: Roof Ethanol Washbasin Heartbeat Atelier (a workshop or studio, especially of an artist, artisan, or designer.) Pollen Fascination Frock Psychedelic Velvet Vociferate (to speak or cry out loudly or noisily; shout; bawl.) Bolt
I always had a fascination for a red velvet frock.
I’d cut a stunning figure as I walked down the High Street, heads turned, whispers abounded, I was the centre of attention.
There were many women in the town insanely jealous of the style and sophistication I brought to a red velvet frock. From the rooftops I heard them behind their hands remarking that there goes Jason strutting it out, flaunting it like only a man could in a red velvet frock.
I loved the fact that in a heartbeat I could have them all gossiping, creating a legend I often knew nothing about.
It sure beat my daytime job down at the ethanol factory converting sugar cane to ethanol to fuel the cars we all drove around these days.
Of course to dull the boredom of the factory we’d often inhale a lung full of fumes from the ethanol and enjoy the psychedelic light show in our heads. If the bosses caught you it was a matter of bolting out of there, sticking your head into a washbasin and praying they didn’t get too close to see that you were in fact way off in la la land and to make it obvious there was the vociferous manner in which words would tumble out of one’s mouth when questioned over our behaviour. A jumble of incoherent utterances and if you can imagine psychedelic language then that was what we would be saying…crazy man……
So here I am out on the town, impervious to the pollens in the air bringing the asthmatics to their collective knees, concentrating solely on making it to the Friday evening workshop at the Atelier’s Brushstroke a studio where only the finest artisans would meet each Friday evening to discuss all things red, all things velvet and all those game enough to wear them and get away with it, like me.