Baby Cakes

Put your feet up & let me drive

Baby Cakes - Spectre of the Brocken

Have you ever discovered a crumpled tissue in your robe pocket while lounging in your recliner, then raising the white flag of surrender? Perhaps only in a moment of clarity. Caked out of your mind, enticed by the prospect of more? Of course not, me either, but if I did, I’d tell you. I’d attribute it to a fleeting phase or perhaps a midlife crisis.

Creativity hates me; the muse has abandoned ship, leaving me for dead, gasping for air in the chilly morning hammock. 

Perhaps more to bring it all back?

Maybe inject, maybe cook, or maybe freebase a jump start off the Empire State Building? Nah, let’s drive this country and see where we end up. When I say we, I mean me and the demon on my shoulder.

She is dandruff. 

She is hope. 

She is my last chance at the muse. 

Will she want to stop through North Carolina? 

I keep her safe on my left shoulder and she shows me the way… 

Here we go baby.

Put your feet up and let me drive.

Baby Cakes: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime Writer
Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.