“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