“Twinkle star celebratory song  circulating  in our heads…. wishing this could happen on demand.

It’s a COOL sing song and infectious.”

Wendy and Carla had this groan apparent obsessive fascination with days and daze.

And the seasons in their entirety.

Including FOOD “SEASON”-ING.

On the subject of  in  amongst an olive shade cool gust  summer noon  Wendy who had in essence  a dual personality but not split or splintered  in an orthodox meaning was discovered drifting with a consummate aplomb.

Peppery  waves, saline crystal sea air, feeble though temperature infused air puffs tickle the ear drum,  and other vulnerable coteries invisibly behind the narrative account  about to unfurl uniformly.

It's  authentic and not apocryphal either because a multiple schismatic psychological  trauma tinted trait didn’t exude the more malignant and defining  strands of mental infirmity.

“Connecting with others  has always been facile for me.

Like a rose  cheek  tot  cavorting around an amusement park.”

Wendy reflecting internally with the hint from a  nod to her cerebral other.

“In  fact I have two MES, that  are bordering benignly if in a twilight shroud on peculiar peccadillo paranormal.”

Carla countered.

Eccentric on reflection but tropical sunbeam hue laden julienne strip colours as magical matrices.

Hers, theirs, was a post midnight awe gulp astrology dazzle conceptual map.

Basket luminous flux  of fantastic flashes.

She/they painted and sculpted an integral sinuous dextrous composite of subconscious wit.

Incongruous inner conflicting prompts from Carla and Wendy

could pan out as A PAINT IN THE NECK. 

A wealth of both the PAINTS and PROMPTS.

Periodically too PROMPT as in an uninvited jibe from a testy boor on a gust riddled morn rattled by the weather from a rain deluged weather grouch.

The hidebound miser that either  doesn’t use sun protection or value a compelling reason for having to apply one. 

But Wendy or Carla  despite their kaleidoscopic genie torrents blended and did intermingle.

How utterly bizarre this internal character fusion as  gregarious hybrid link.

Jigsaw puzzle segment tie.

Wendy and Carla were mutual carrier bags as in lavender tint bag for life in their gauzelike cobwebberyish fashion. 

The broadsides  from the twin sides were besides the points of their 

RAISIN D-EATRE - RAISON D’ETRE.

Yikes… gauche garish groan.

They nibbled on raisins and sultanas!

NO IN-“SULT”- ANA intended.

This joined at the hip asymmetrical

mutual opposites within one body 

might have been compared to  a faltering affair.

An enduring courtship that had yet to make that sprightly step down the aisle towards the altar.

“Grouch? I meant Ouch as I scraped my blouse on one of the brambles on nearby hedge.

Let’s say I had a narrow

ESCRAPE~ ESCAPE.”

Wendy opined.

“THAT NOT “WIT”- STANDING.”

As her twin psyche side kick  was quick to  assert …”

“That notwithstanding every wit has a STANDING with others given any fun inducing gaiety.”

But an underlying deep ocean gurgling  turbulence that burst into ice pavement stubborn  artic currents when not also 

copycatting saharaesque scald   basis on an environmental fluke chapter  but also  that ebony  edge nudging towards December apogee of nostalgic  once upon a timeism.

Reflect on that SEASONED DAY-LYJINGLE.

Chirpy children infectious who let fly in higher octave range.

Wishing well wistful? 

“It was quite  shivery and crippling cold that my two best friends, Vera Vanish,  and Vaughan Vacant  struggled against a pre christmas day of car mist swivels, 

foot swerve,  and choral croak blackbird distraction.”

 Wendy  and Carla carol  chime in unison. 

“Reaching a destination  such as ours

sounded an outlier eternity. In halloween bell voices.

A pre christmas trek resembling 1930’s gothic era suspence thriller.”

Despite this deep freeze winter snowflake recall or recoil there was always this radial blur  propelling the dual entity or one could even portray it as MAIZE.

MAY’S COEXISTENCE WITH MAIZE. 

As this contemporary narrative  had this semblance of a May Month.

And the dual schism identity had acquiesced in the season of bountiful harvest and endowed florid  pigment. 

Autumn,  insinuates worm wide into their dialogue and week day happenstance.

Reverting to the christmas eve fiasco as feature, temperatures  just plummet robustly.

Pop up icicle wedged moulds at the most obtuse incline or tilting.

Black ice treacherous patches an inhibitor.

“How did Vaughan and vera, such fantasy appellations entertain an existence let alone a dark frozen charade of being a felicitous source of cheer at a cordial inn?”

Wendy not a one to be overtly circuitous in her portrayal of atmospherics luminous or sombre.

HhHh

But Wendy and Carla had this fumarole flare well-nigh vapourous method of birth naming their acquaintances with fictional names as if they were actually not of this earth of intrigue.

However, her dual sidekick Carla tended to squirm and wrinkle their silken brow when not auctioneering in side swipe swops.

Carla though more composed might emit a glimmer of the spontaneous bold dare devil.

An aspect that catapulted the lackadaisical even-tempered Wendy a tad.

Sunshine, hail, or lemon balm verbena spring breeze the Wendy:Carla team darn functional. They jump journey  on foot,  single digit use by public transport, and cursory glance at an electric vehicle.

Both had been as the two in one frozen to the spot again irrespective or swept up in sun glare wind rash.

The amazing thing about all this was…..

“Artctic showers .. yikes. Thought the weathermen had forecast something genial.”

Each side of their personality commenced  to shudder in a common cathartic but awkward trend.

They frequently contemplated  the prospect of additional beings to themselves.

Whatever did come up for air  they had this vivid recollection of that christmas eve odyssey that was a funeral death trap or could be.

Like an undefrayed  utility bill the one with the infernal eternal reminders that go .. THIS IS YOUR LAST REMINDER ETC.

DEBTS ARE “BILL” - DERS of the worst …… BILLDERS ~ BUILDERS OF DEBT.

NOT VERY “EDIFICE-YING.”

EDIFYING.

This chill to the bone  episode or at least north pole splinters of it returned to haunt and plague like the aforementioned service provider payments. 

It intrudes like a nosey parker pryer who in common with the energy suppliers had no grasp of the faculty of 

Christmas junkets a high risk hazardous occupation as Vera  and Vaughan had discovered  from previous on  highway vigorous transits .

 And  thus  they commuted  partly by a shrunken rickety cash starved bus schedule  so dilapidated  and by the same token from cagey drivers bold n brazen enough to imperil themselves whilst extending support.

Did they actually pole vault  over congealed and coagulated asymmetric veiled  boulders  under black ink skies?

To present themselves at our red noel festooned oak pattern door?

A surreal festive figment!

Have you  guessed the enigmatic air yet?

Whimsical catastrophe snowball in the midst of spring summer transition within the hemispheres.

Hotpotch of SUMMERSAULTING WEATHER “FRONTS.”

Yet team Wendy Carla  would not omit  AUTUMN.

AS A RULE OF AU-TUMB 

RULE OF THUMB.

Multiple personality features  a chauffeur designer road hog contingent. 

“Just as well we never became psychologists.

Marrying ourselves …. hmm.

Aren’t we already at that fait accompli?

Apathy is the domain of the aloof.

And this lady carrying a frozen memory as if it were a graveyard.

Not being disrespectful to the dead but THAT IS VERY GRAVE.

IT COULD EITHER BE THE DEBT OR DEATH OF THE UNDERTAKER.

Lest we erase from memory, a  potential shrink term internal twinning.

 Despite  the anomalous  cool component of her personality though cheek by jowl Wendy 

harboured conviviality as this incessant hike and trek dalliance.

“I can coexist with you Carla as a mutual.

We shudder as one at times but so many cordial fireside faces proliferate. “

Lacking  split second vigilance  and out of the azure blue sky an oafish bunch  of imps spilt a bucket of frost bitten ice cold water close to the woman centre stage.

“Near one  there, Wendy.

The kids are in beelzebub vocal boisterous shriek.”

Carla quite observant. 

Maybe they had this urchinesque urge  to POUR COLD WATER on their ideas.

The dominant  character quipped to themselves.

Also being children  wasn't daredevil antics  top of THEIR  BUCKET  LIST.

Avid gardeners  and their sprinklers were also revelers of the aqueous trance.

Watery rings and lenses with a “chilling” ….. GROAN with an ethereal beyond vibe nip.

Read sharp sting cold.  

Sunbathers had their ice creams whilst warding off nuisance flies and those wretched wasps.

Sultry conditions and surreal clouds, sunshine, sky were in cahoots of a different kind.

Yet the Noel winter shudder factor and subzero onset.

And that seasonal everyday toon. 

“Wendy, you know what?”

Carla whispered.

“These statues, figures, models you are sculpting.

Aren't you getting a battery of concepts from environs today.”

Carla kept plodding.

“It’s swelter  and brisk in this area.

To an extent  echoes with our or maybe perhaps one frozen night yellow mellow drama.”

Wendy quizzically was thinking of doing a “FRIEZE” as part of her ongoing artistic adventures.

“WHO GOES THERE ….. FREEZE.”

Carla and wendy shed  sentient glimpses within.

Their eyes were so far seeing and beyond their immediate outcrop surveillance.

A plethora of totality from eye popping  candy, rising sand swarm from the beach, the sway of olive green forests, an ominous graveyard of sorts even if only of the colourful mind of the perceiver,

riots in the mind cavern whilst often adrift.

The impetus to impulsive grandeur especially when encased .

“Ooops ….. I am slipping down this slope where an oil patch  shook me, shook everything in ascending thought melange.”

Carla  whose personality is now in a whirligig amid the incidents in her life.

The astounding things one can ascertain even in a daze.

THESE ARE THE DAZE 

THE DAZE OF OUR LIVES.

HAPPY DAZE.

“There is something intruding and it reminds me of that episode.

Yes the pre christmas flop or near washout.

Have I been shutting, shunting it at every turn even twist?

Did something die and I didn’t want to face it?

Is it really that harrowing as ….”

Now oh a day has passed and I've been in this shock  on foot of missed timeframes.”

Wendy and Carla in panic stations.

“It’s christmas every day again we both fell asleep at the wheel ….

or fell ASLEEP AT THE HEEL.

A hotchpotch of segued twangs.

“Because we are on a  perpetual project spurt.

All the entreprises  we’ve been immersed in.”

Both speaking as uniform commentators.

“Death of an idea title  with the two characters Vaughan and Vera which were fictional about a freeze over.”

E-VAUGHAN-ESCENCE AND VEER-A-ING all over.

As this ending has now a surrepticious surfaced.

 Carla getting in the low temp reference. 

“Models, icons from history.

Bit  D-“ICE”-Y  apparently.

Us double traits a teether.

By the way the weather forecast is for a sunny christmas as an Ironic twist.”

Wendy retort.

“We have been living with each other for so long,  should we tie the knot?”

Carla, the vaunted withdrawn  aspect.

“Well,  there’s been a thaw outside so it mightn’t be such an absurd idea!

Then we’d WED be as one.

Simplify things! “

 Oh wonder should they  both apply 

for a Meteorology course post honeymoon.

Don't they have the points/marks for it.  And the hands on disposition on climate. 

And that song “Wish it could be xmas everyday interjecting … from somewhere!! . 

A ghost?

But isn't there always such homeliness, geniality, warmth, glow among us!

Despite the FROZEN DANGER!

In the twin psyche this gemstone treasure.

“Aren’t there too  many sides to us afterall …. .authentic and otherwise to put in COLD STORAGE!”

Maybe WE TWO  are 2 divorced from reality to marry!

Carla …

“FAIRWEATHER FRIENDS”

Wendy . …. THAT SOUNDS COOL?

Me, the writer, maybe they were 

CAST IN THE MOULD!

 PAINTED THEMSELVES INTO A CORNER?.

Dedicated to the most wonderful person ever Jay A Pallen 

Genius Sister and Angel