Mysterious Tramgirl

Tramgirl likes to think of herself as deep and mysterious.
“You're so mysterious Tramgirl.” I said while I painted on her shoes. Her face lit up.
“Do you think?” she asked.
“Is that what you're going for?”
She stopped and thought then she stroked her chin and said,
“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.”
Ok then.

silence

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“Hello.” Tramgirl interrupted my meditation. I ignored her.
“Hello!” I opened my eyes to find Tramgirl dressed in a purple dress smiling. I closed my eyes again and I heard her little feet patter away.
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Patter, patter, patter.
“Excuse me? Hello?” This time softly.
I opened my eyes to find Tramgirl in a lime green jumpsuit.
“Where you going?”
“No where.” Before she could walk out again, I grabbed her little ear.
“Are you serious?” I said
“Are you serious?” she spat back.
Eye to eye we stood. I threw my hands up.
Tramgirl walked into her room. I sat on my mat.
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After I finished my time of silence I went to find Tramgirl.
Knock. Knock.
“Who’s there?”
Is she serious? I walked in to find her in her polka dot shorts softly playing her guitar. She looked up at me and smiled and said.
“Meditation is everything.”
I slapped her in the face. And she laughed.
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Meeting Carlos

Tramgirl leapt out of her bed this morning and jumped onto me as I was writing.

“Whoah! What’s up?” I asked.

Tramgirl wasn’t sure if she was going to tell me. “I…I….I…..”
“You what?” I picked her up and walked her to the kitchen as I made myself a coffee.

“I meet a man in my dream.” She said as I sat her on the bench.
“Yeah..” Tramgirl was always meeting people in her dreams.
“This time it was crazier than ever. The man Carlos, told me to write musicals.” As she said this Tramgirl jumped off the bench and began to swing her arms from side to side.
“He also told me to do this.” Swinging fasters.
I sat back down to write.
Tramgirl is still in the kitchen swinging her arms from side to side and humming, I’m sure it’s the tune, “If I only had a brain.”

give up the fight

Tramgirl has been walking around the house with a spring in her step.
“What's going on with you?” I asked.
Tramgirl walked up to me, leant right up in my face and whispered in my ear. “Give up the fight!”
“What?” I defended
Again she whispered.
“Give up the fight!” She took a step back and smiled.
“There's no war.”
At this point she pulled out a white flag and handed it to me.
“Give it up.” She said faintly as she walked out the backyard to simply sit in the sun.
Moment to moment.