invisible strings

Connie and I have a Memory Loss Foam Pad on our bed. A lot of stores sell these. One company calls theirs Failing Memory Foam. I do recommend you stay away from Short-Term Memory Loss Foam as it only relieves half the memories instead of erasing the entire memory bank. 

The nice thing about a Memory Loss Foam Pad is you wake up memory free. All that stuff you used to worry about—Fugottaboutit! 

Most of the time, we don’t even know what day of the week it is. If you want this kind of blissful rest, don’t go another night without sleeping on a Memory Loss Foam Pad.

*Disclaimer – will not eliminate every stupid thing you ever did from your spouse’s memory bank.

If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the Ladybug who oversees this Flea Market is Curlylocks Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.

The mime eased into a sitting position on the floor and lifted the invisible guitar from its case. 

Cradling it in her lap, she ran her fingers over the firm body. Cool to the touch, with graceful curves and a long, slender neck. She strummed a few licks, allowing the vibrations to tease and tantalize her senses.

Shelley didn’t know how to play guitar, but there were hundreds YouTube videos on the subject. She’d learn in the privacy of her home.

When she mastered it, she would amaze children and adults alike with a stunning, non-vocal rendition of Happy Birthday.

23 Comments on “invisible strings

  1. I love when you give us a two-for-one, Russell!

    I guess Shelley can expect imaginary or silent applause to go with her wonderful newly acquired talents…

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  2. Dear Marcel Say-it-isn’t-So,

    As I recall your guest bed requires a small stepladder. I don’t remember the Memory Loss Foam, but maybe that’s why. It’s hard to erase the spouse’s memory banks…although we must have one on our bed…now what was I saying? Oh yes…no wait a minute, I can’t remember where I was going with that.
    There’s nothing like the feel of a shiny new, twelve-string invisible git-fiddle. I’m having trouble reaching some of the invisible chords. I mean…Shelley’s having trouble…Oh well, no need to fret.

    Shalom,

    Curlylocks W(T)F

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    • Dear Curlylocks W(T)F,

      The Memory Loss Foam adds a whole new dimension to the phrase “sleeping one off.”

      When you say “no need to fret” are you talking about the guitar? Perhaps you should tune it to an open G and play it with a slide. Can’t wait for your non-vocal performances.

      Marcel Say-it-isn’t-So

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  3. This story gives me hope. I now realise I am the best mime musician in my family, the rest of my musically talented family can continue the sad way of playing non-mime music. I now get what Keats meant by “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.”

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  4. What an imagination in your second story, Russell. It sounds like her craft fulfilled her ambitions, and isn’t that the best kind?
    As for the mattress, I can’t remember if we’ve got one or not, but I do know my husband spent a fortune on it!

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  5. Even I, without a musical bone in my body, could make a good mime guitarist. Good value twofer, Russell.

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