Lofty Lobster Loquacity

LYRIC O’ THE DAY:

Things have been dark for too long.

--Don’t Change, INXS

Happy Friday to all!!  I am thrilled to say I have been given some Crustacean love by the fabulous Kathleen at Writing, Reading, and Life.  Thank you so much!  Liebster is from the German for sweetheart, but thanks to my four year old, I will always think of lobsters!  Given this week I am sort of into bizarre animal facts, I have found a few interesting things about lobsters.

1.  To distinguish a male lobster from a female, there is a set of appendages on the first segment of their body.  The appendages of females are feathery; males’ are bony. 

2.  Lobster blood is clear.

3.  Lobsters exhibit “handedness” and have a preferred claw.

4.  Klingons were modeled after lobsters.  OK, that’s totally not true, but I think a valid comparison:

Today I am also taking part in Rachael Harrie’s Platform Building Campaign Second Challenge.  For this one, we had to write a piece of flash fiction (200 words) using the words "oscitate", "synchronicity", "miasma", and "lacuna".  And don't forget "imago" in the title.  Uhm, it was difficult, but here goes:

The Librarian’s imago

Caitlin pushed her black plastic frames up her nose, frowning.

“Jackson, you are a blathering idiot behind a testosterone miasma.”

A lazy smile spread across Jackson’s lips.  “I love when you talk dirty, Cate.  I don’t know what the hell you just said, but coming from those rosebud lips, sounds like poetry.”

A hot blush hit her cheeks.  Traitorous hormones.  She forced herself to oscitate.  “Like you ever read poetry.”

“I know a few good limericks.  There was an old man from Nantucket. . .”

“Stop.”

His smile got wider.  “Apparently you know that one.”

“Why are you here, Jackson?  Libraries are for people who can read.”

“Heard you were back.  Little Miss Graduate Degree, working in the stacks of a rundown backwoods library.  Here to educate us hicks?” 

“It’s none of your business why I’m back.”

“I think you missed me.  I used to be your favorite low entertainment.”

“There’s a lacuna in my memory about that.”

Jackson leaned over the circulation desk until she could smell the clean spice of his aftershave.  “I don’t believe anything happens without meaning.  You and I, we’re together for a reason.  That’s called synchronicity.”

“Where’d you learn that word?”

“The Police.  1984 World Tour.”

Happy Friday, everybody!!