The Castle In The Sky

Leaving the grounded, secure bedroom valley community Marylyn D Minor, pressing the gas pedal, commanded her modern travelling machine wheels, ‘accomplish your swirling motion’. Currently promoted, using respected voice over skills while professionally majoring in lyrical performing, the dedicated theatrical worker proceeded fulfilling a weekend commitment made generations ago, encouraging the enthusiastic personality ‘climb the neighboring mountainous region, honoring youthful recreational, awarding fun achievement activities, now defined as ‘lifetime, memories’.

Due to normal societal transitions, the onetime adorable whiz kid, did not know what she was driving towards, and using an eighties defense mechanism, Marylyn D fiddled with the radio buttons finding a sports talk show reporting comforting important information, “we are all winners here,” the competitive character editorialized, rolling through valet, servicing a hotel resort casino castle impersonation.

“What happened to the volcano?” Marylyn D exclaimed, pushing out her door.

“Corporate peachy keen upstairs, says nothing will erupt anymore, spewing blobby ash,” a young gentlemen took her keys, handing the invited talent a return ticket, “remember our house is rockin, no need for knockin.”

“I once had one of those knocking opportunities,” Marylyn D responded, “skiing the bunny hill.”

“You made money? Investing for your rainy-day stocking savings,” the car hop attendee kindly reminded.

“Yeah,” Marylyn D replied, hearing distant thunder, “it looks like the weather is ready to make a complete one-eighty.”

“Just like your routines,” the innocent worker proclaimed, “spin, spin and everyone's worries will disappear.”

Taking the comment to heart, Marylyn D energized her strut through the electronic doors featuring a welcoming mat gesture. Hearing pulse pounding sounds, Marylyn D smiled, seeing the action one more time. Moving to the rhythm, she pulled a dollar from the fishnet pocketbook sock drawer, deciding on an obtaining financial compensation friendly visit.

“Hey, honey,” she flirted, what is shaking, you know why I am here I want to do some profitable quickie making.”

Sticking the Geroge Washington green mugshot face up, the crispy bill headed into dark confines, never to be seen again.

When the ‘bet all’ option seductively flickered, Marylyn D succumbed to the temptation, igniting an amusement experience, lasting only a few seconds, shutting off all stimulating behavior completing the tantalizing tease.

“What happened?”

“We are no longer the home of the single hand out,” a mysterious figure invaded the private conversation, “just like the wild west setting, one arm bandits make onlookers come back.”

“Come back?” Marylyn D retorted.

“And have lunch,”

“I see,” Marylyn D surmised before browsing passed the employee catering station, identifying the chit chat individual, “Are they singing for their supper? Like I did?”

“You were my best server until,” Madame Georgia Maple remarked.

“Until Baron Tone got me stork work,” Marylyn D clarified the thought.

“And he turned you into a royal pitch,” recounted Madame Georgia, “he also worked the “I” Bar well, am I right?”

“Stork Work offered us a knockin opportunity,” Marylyn D positively grinned.

“Why don’t you send another George to his funeral?” Madame Georgia suggested, and taking the challenge, Marylyn D spontaneously choreographed a seducing confrontation number, ending appropriately without any cheerful climaxes.

“Enjoy your stay,” Madame Georgia doused the flaming dialogue, before igniting fiery consequences.

Following a break Marylyn D, found herself enjoying a post storm cooling breeze, strolling through the happy hour poolside atmosphere, flaunting a ‘no trespassing’ bikini ensemble. Grabbing a stool, she ordered a soothing tropical temptation, instantly delivered seconds later. Discovering one more George, she figured her looks would spark a flush, and requested ‘bet all’, certain lady luck was lurking around paradise.

Producing not even a pair, Marylyn D stared at a shining ring once drowning inside a cinema refreshment cracker jack box, “you have a winning hand,” commentated an unknown source, “you should not discard anything, just cash out.”

“You're that cover model everyone is talking about,”

“Taking a moment, basking in life’s sunshine, and cherishing my recent good fortune,” Superpower Siren sultry expressed.

“Cheers,” Marylyn D proposed, recapturing the magical perfect scene, confirmed when a distant rainbow acknowledged, ‘job well done’.