Zelda

In honor of Annalisa's one year anniversary of Cat and The Dreamer, her novella, she's hosting a blog hop! We're to talk about our imaginary friends in contract to the imaginary enemy in the story.

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I had this friend named Zelda. Strange name for a black girl, but hey being a geek I found it awesome.

This is gonna sound really awkward – but what I loved about her was her size. She was huge and could really pack it away. I could just give her more and more and she wouldn't get full and I'd just stare in amazement and tell her how much I loved her.

Plus, she was super friendly. She got along with everyone, no matter what side of the tracks you lived on, and had no qualms about sharing. You would just eye something she had and Zelda'ld hand it over, no problem.

She did have this one habit, trait really, that got on my nerves all the time. Zelda had the worst balance every. She'd take her time to get her footing set, and then whoops, she's on the ground. Sometimes it was a bump by a passing person, other times it was a little tug on her clothes to get her attention if she was busy staring at blinking lights or something similar.

Being so large, it was inevitable that her weight would get the better of her during one of her tumbles. And so, in mid January she tumbled off a table and got a massive head energy. She no longer eats, refuses to share. Really, at this point Zelda is only capable of staring at those blinking lights she was so fond of.

Surviving the next 18 months of my Peace Corps adventure without my external hard drive is gonna be hard. RIP Zelda.