When Miss Rona Came to Town

When Miss Rona Came to Town

“Hello? Yes, what you’ve heard is true. Miss Rona is in town!”

Mr. Rona put down the phone in a huff. His wife had tried many times before, but she had finally succeeded in running away from their island in the sky, hanging above Mr. Middle and Miss Kingdom’s domain.

Mr. Rona called Mr. World as soon as it happened, who said he would inform all the Mr. Government’s immediately.

Pesky Rona, always too carefree, too fluid, too amorphous. Mr. Rona had fallen in love for her for precisely that reason. Her ability to infect every being in any room she stepped in with pure joy.

Rona was a free spirit, all right. Mr. Rona knew she would be nothing like Mr. World had ever seen before.

Mr. Rona sighed and gazed out the thinly clouded window, out onto the green pastures of roses and rhododendrons and rodgersias and rosemary, all of which Mr. Rona remember Miss Rona painstakingly planting only a few hours after they settled down here.

Mr. Rona lulled into a reverie of better days, of simpler days, flashes of sunshine clouding his vision, dotted with the bees and butterflies that came as soon as the flowers sprouted...

Oh shoot! Mr. Rona had forgotten to call Mr. People. He jerked awake and rushed to the phone.

“Come on... answer!”

Mr. Rona anxiously dialed the number, but after a few rings, it went to voicemail.

Mr. Rona dialed again—no response. And again—no response. And again—no response!

It was too late. Miss Rona was already in town.