* This is Ms. Harris' world she owns the place. I am just stopping by for a visit with some new friends.
Cupcakes and U-hauls
I have never taken anything my mother said very seriously, yet somewhere in all of here burnt out hippy ramblings she said something that has stuck with me when I raked the rest of the crap off my shoes on my way out the door as soon as I was old enough to drive myself away. What is that one thing? Well it was, "A girl often meets her destiny on the road she took to avoid it, baby." That was where I had been ever since, on the road baby. I have spent the last ten years running from what ever that bitch fate had in store for me. I had picked up some more bits of truth along the way, but for now that first and only truth my mother gave me had me speeding along the hi-way.
Where was I going? Good question I would really like the answer to that one. I knew where I had been and who I was running from. Oh and I was starting to figure out who I was and more importantly what I was. Where had I been, last stop was Portland with that crazy shape shifting bear Zander who thought I was his for the taking. Well Yogi hate to break it to you buddy but I was keeping my picnic basket as far from your possessive paws as the road would take me.
Now the Sticky part who was I. Well, my name is Roan. I have one talent that is somewhat normalthat I can call my own and that is my love, my passion, my vocation. I am a baker. Not just any baker I can make the most beautiful cakes, the most decadent pastries. Home tastes just like my bread. Well as close as someone with no real home can get. But my joy was cup cakes. Little pieces of joy that I can make so many ways.
What I am well that is stickier than your fingers after eating one of my honey nut buns. This much I have figured out, my mother on top of all the other things was a ware-mountain lion. Sperm donor well that is a tricky one. Good old Mom described him as an Angel who came to her in the woods on Mid-summers night 1983 and showed here the stars in heaven. Puke I know. What I assumed this meant was she was hiding from the fact the world had moved on from Woodstock and had left her tripping in the woods with some random guy. Now, I am not so sure. I don't think he was an angel but what he was well that was a good question. He could have been a ware since I can shape shift at will, but that doesn't explain those other pisky little things.
What are those other things? Well, for starters I have to be really careful what I think because if I am not careful time gets kind of wonky. Not good to be sitting at the table on a lousy date and wish it was over and POOF I am in my pajamas in my bed and two hours have gone by. Hope I didn't agree to another date. But what is worse is times that are so great I just want them to last forever and then I realize no one is moving not even the hands on my watch. I should not complain to much since this can come in handy at times. Especially since I suffer from a sever case of verbal diarrhea. It is nice to pull those words right back out of the air.
I would tell you they other stuff but I need gas and something to eat. I see an sign up ahead. Exit 238 Bon Ton.