Teri was proud of the name of her new shop and was certain it would help bring in the customers, this time. Her previous efforts had all ended disastrously: first there was her “Odd Sock Emporium” which didn’t overly excite the public, and then her “Rat Trap Shack” which also spectacularly failed in the marketplace. It was third time lucky, she hoped. She was sure her new shop full of zips would finally bring her the success she had dreamed of. It had any zip anyone could possibly want, and the quirky name “Just Zip It” which would surely help it stick out in the minds of the shoppers.
This was the morning she finally opened the doors of her new enterprise. She stood there with a smile frozen on her face waiting for the crowds to come. Any moment now.
In other news: I haven’t been online much lately. The WiFi where I live has been turned off as everyone is moving out (including myself once I find somewhere), and I’m relying on some free data my phone company has provided which will run out in a few days…. I’m praying that some kind-hearted soul might top my phone up before then, but my hopes aren’t high…
Jess and Cindy were scouting out possible wedding locations. They had come to this particular place as it had been recommended by a friend. It was a large building that was mostly glass, and looked like an oversized glasshouse to Cindy.
It was surprisingly nice and cool on the inside. The rooms used for weddings and the reception were equally a good size. Cindy tried to imagine them full of people and flowers.
Though Jess seemed to like the place, Cindy was more doubtful. For the amount of money they were asking to book the place, on the outside it looked like it was in a state of disrepair. There were huge amounts of rust, and it could also do with a decent clean. You would think they would spend some of that large amount of money they were charging people on some decent upkeep of the place, Cindy reckoned.
This poem first appeared on my blog in February 2018.
This is the first part of a sequence which retells the Odyssey through the eyes of various characters in it. When I was child, the Odyssey was read to me (a prose version intended for children), so it’s a story I’ve been familiar with for most of my life.