Fun and Games with Conversation Hearts

To every season, there is a sweet. Easter has Cadbury eggs, Peeps, and Reese’s peanut butter eggs, which, to my delight, also exist at Christmas as trees and Halloween as pumpkins. In February, ’tis the season for heart-shaped boxes of chocolate, chocolate covered cherries, and, of course, Conversation Hearts.

I prefer the large Conversation Hearts. They’re not as hard as the small ones, and there’s more room for creative writing.

I understand that the maker of these sugary seasonal tidbits tries to keep up with the times, but when I set aside my sugar fix long enough to actually read these things, I try to picture having an actual conversation with them. The results are amusing, and occasionally disturbing.

Will You Marry Me?, True LoveForever Yours, and Sweet Talk: Classics. Nostalgic. Romantic and quaint.

Your Gal/Your Guy: A little pushy…or maybe overconfident…but cute under the right circumstances.

Heart Beat: Okay. I hope you have one. And?

Cool: For those of few words.

Mega Kiss: Sounds like a Dementor is attacking.

Sorry:  Rejection, or apology?

You’re So Cool: Leaning sarcastic.

Be My Friend: Hmm. Friendzoned via candy.

Ask Me Anything: Okay, there’s potential for a fun conversation.

Let’s Do Lunch: Seriously? Have your people call my people.

Shining Star: Manhattans? Or Earth, Wind and Fire?

Wild One: You’ve been warned.

Fax Me: If you pass this Conversation Heart to someone, and they do NOT know what a fax is, they are too young for you. Just sayin’. On the flip side, if you’re under a certain age, and neither of you know what a fax is, you’re good to go.

Dancing Queen: This one is fun. It doesn’t take itself too seriously. And you’re welcome for the ear worm.

Save Me: Desperate much?

For Keeps: Clingy.

Miss You: Awww. Send a box of these – just these – to your favorite military service person, or the other half of your long-distance relationship.

What Next: Don’t know, but it’s reminiscent of President Bartlet on The West Wing.

XOXO: Shorthand for hugs and kisses before texting was cool. Mix these in with the Miss Yous before mailing. 🙂

Okay, your turn. What’s the wackiest, oddest, most pointless Conversation Heart you’ve ever come across?

 

 

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Mercurial: a flash-fic photo challenge

Image credit: chance-of-sunshine.blogspot.com

She tried to warn me.

“He’s a bit…mercurial…when it comes to relationships,” she said.

I wish she’d just spit it out.

Mercurial and jerktastic are definitely not the same thing.

“I love you” and “it’s over” within three weeks of each other isn’t mercurial – it’s weird. And manipulative. And infuriating. And my best friend trying to be diplomatic did me no favors.

Whatever.

Maybe it’s the city that does this to people. There are so many of us packed into so many square feet and square blocks that we’re almost disposable. As interchangeable as light bulbs.

And this weather. I don’t think it’s rained like this in years. Can’t remember the last time I saw the sun.

I can smell it, though, in the daisies. Wherever they were last, the sun came with them. I smell sunlight, open fields, and green grass. I hear finches chirping and cicadas buzzing in the trees.

We used to play “he loves me, he loves me not” with daisy petals in the garden. No matter how I tried, he loved me not. I decimated my aunt’s garden when I was sixteen, trying to figure out if Joey Donnelly really loved me.

He was mercurial too.

Mercurial. I know it means “flighty” but I always thought of that in a charming way, like being shy. But if I break it down…it means “of or like or attributed to the messenger god Mercury.”  All eloquence and ingenuity and speed.

I should’ve cracked the Roget’s before the first date. Capricious. Variable. Erratic. Volatile. Changeable. Skittish. Fickle.

Maybe I wouldn’t have lost five months of my life to Mr. Mercurial.

But I wouldn’t have an armload of sunshine either.

*I didn’t post this to Bluebell Books, where I normally participate in their photo prompts, because I missed the deadline. But the image spoke, so I wrote anyway.

Seminar – on Broadway!

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Via my Writers Digest enewsletter, I found out about Seminar, a theatrical production that is a cocktail of some of my favorite things:  comedy, writing, Broadway, and Alan Rickman!!

“In SEMINAR, four aspiring young novelists sign up for private writing classes with Leonard (Alan Rickman), an international literary figure. Under his recklessly brilliant and unorthodox instruction, some thrive and others flounder, alliances are made and broken, sex is used as a weapon and hearts are unmoored. The wordplay is not the only thing that turns vicious as innocence collides with experience in this biting new comedy. This is its world premiere.”

This post is my optimistic attempt at scoring a pair of tickets in the WD giveaway. Regardless, though, I’m sure this show is brilliant and if you can get there, GO and have fun for me!