Yesterday evening I saw a reel. Or short video, on Facebook.
It explains how to make a mirror-ball, you have to break lots of pieces of glass to create a beautiful item that shines beautifully.
So when you think you’re broken. Your not broken, your a just sparkly mirror-ball.
I then reimagined what was said, into this
Disco resurrection (c)BobChristian
Shattered shards, once discarded and forgotten, Now gathered, polished, and reborn. A disco ball, a beacon in the night, Flashing, flirting, a mesmerizing sight. Fractured fragments, their edges sharp and true, Transformed into something wondrous, anew. A symbol of resilience, a dance of light, Your flishy, flashy, sparkling splendour, a dazzling delight.
The fluorescent lights hum a melancholic melody, A symphony of coughs and sighs fill the stale air. Plastic chairs creak under the weight of weary souls, Faces etched with worry, eyes searching for answers. Seconds feel like hours as the clock ticks on, Anxiety swells, a rising tide of uncertainty. Magazines lay untouched, their pages unturned, Trapped in this limbo, waiting for the unknown.
While Mrs Bob is putting the finishing touches to my next book. I was looking at all the scribbles, and part finished pieces etc I have to see how many more I had left. I came across this piece that I’d not included in my next book. Obviously as I’m sure you’re all aware, we sadly had to say goodbye to Ollie a week ago. While he was the bravest cat I’ve had the privilege of knowing, I didn’t want to just discard this scribble, so I thought I’d share it with you all.
Ollie (Tuxedo) and Noodles (Tabby)
Enchanted Grove
In a mystical garden, where the world unfolds its secrets like ancient scrolls, there are two young dragons Ollie and Noodles with bravery stitched into their scales. They shimmer and shine, a spectacle of brilliance in this enchanted realm, a sanctuary where reality dances with dreams.
They find rest in plant pots, nestled deep, dreaming of adventures yet to be written across the sky. When dawn breaks, they rise with the sun, eager to explore, untamed and free, as if the universe itself is calling them by name.
They chase each other through the garden, their fiery joy a tapestry of laughter echoing in the air. Ollie’s wings, vibrant and bold, carry stories of strength, while Noodles’s eyes, like stars, capture every moment with a sparkle that speaks of wonder.
This magical haven becomes their playground, a stage for their spirits to soar, where they frolic and fill the air with joy and light. With them walks the old grey witch, a sage full of wisdom, alongside Nethiel, gentle, refined a harmony of souls crafting a symphony of discovery.
Together, they wander, a crew bound by curiosity, unearthing secrets both ancient and new. In the garden’s embrace, they find peace, a sanctuary where love and enchantment weave their timeless spell.
Ollie and Nelly, with hearts wide open, discover their place in this world, with the old grey witch and Nethiel by their side. It’s a bond woven by magic, a connection that defies time and space.
Let their story travel through the winds, a tale of Ollie and Nelly a whimsical band of dreamers. In the garden, they dwell, forever entwined, a narrative of friendship where love finds its true definition.
The Ramblings of Bob Christian 