If Flowers Could Talk
For years my family has endured my captioning things I see, speaking for our dogs, putting words in their mouths, making up conversation for things that have no voice — even flowers. While clearing some weeds out of a small garden along the side yard this afternoon I came across this little new little Johnny Jump-up. “Well look-at you!” And then I smiled as I thought Your mother would not approve of the apartment you’ve found!
Can’t you just hear his side of the phone call home?
… No, Ma! I’m not desperate! I’m being resourceful!
… It’s a nifty little place near downtown. It’s on a corner lot and everything!
… Honest! Yes I’m telling the truth.
… No, you probably wouldn’t like it — but I do.
… It’s FINE, Ma. And it isn’t costing me a ton. It’s cheap.
… Yeah, I know.
… Okay, Ma, I’ll be careful.
… I love you too.
… Bye, Ma.
(she doesn’t believe me)