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Bring Me Back a Story

"Too many people want to have written. " -- Terry Pratchett

With that, I give you:

The Many Mad Adventures of Mera Fitzgerald

Part the First

Mera Fitzgerald awoke precisely when her shiny brass alarm clock went off. Mera Believed in Punctuality; and anything worth Believing In deserved to be Thought In Capital Letters. It had taken some Serious Effort on Mera's part, but she had Succeeded.

Definitely something worth putting on one's resume. (Yes, Mera could also think with accent marks, though one didn't like to brag.)

Mera was soon dressed to the 9:45's (Dressing to the 9:00's was so last year, darling) and headed out into The Bustling Metropolis. She really thought that The Bustling Metropolis was a poor choice for the name of a city, and wondered if the city had ever had a different name in the past; if it had, no one ever used it now. The Bustling Metropolis they called it, which was a rather accurate, if slightly over enthusiastic description of the large-esque collections of high rises, shoppes (you weren't allowed to operate a shop in The Bustling Metropolis), restaurants, theatres, banks, cafés, art galleries, tea houses, coffee houses, soda houses, gingerbread houses and stripey sock shoppes that made up TBM. (One has to abbreviate the name sooner or later. It's too exausting, otherwise.)

This particular morning found Mera in search of shoes. Not just any shoes, but Shoes. Shoes to match all of her Happy Stripey Socks. (And her leopard print socks. Though those were only for special occaisions. ) Shoe shopping, even it was Capitalized, should not need to be an adventure, but when one has size 11 feet, the task often became an Adventure...