#frankie;thread

"A sweet tooth leads you somewhere unexpected."

Now, Frankie is in no way a superstitious guy -- on occasion, he may cross the road when he spots a black cat and perhaps, he keeps his rabbit's foot keychain on his keys at all times after that time he left it at home and fell off of his horse, Buttermilk, later in the day. However, if there's one thing he is fully seated for every week? Goddess Tellings. A little show he's been watching on the BHS channel since he can remember, nose pressed against the screen and legs crossed. He never misses it, with this week's episode posing an adventure for himself. He doesn't have the biggest of sweet tooth's but if the Goddess claims it'll lead him to somewhere unexpected, he's there to heed her call.

After his usual, ready mix brownies were a bust -- in surprises, never in chocolatey flavor -- Frankie made the trek over to the best, and only bakery, in town. The decision was grueling inside, having taken roughly twenty minutes after mulling over a strawberry tart but he chose right; a carrot cake cookie, with the thickest layer of cream cheese frosting on top. He steps out of the shop, cookie in one hand, and breathes out a sigh of contentment. Yes, this sweet tooth will lead him somewhere crazy, he tells himself, slowly starting to take the wooden steps down to the dirt path. Maybe he'll wind up at the springs, stark naked and diving into the water. Or, maybe he--

Shoot, did he forget his keys inside?

His free hand pats wildly at his jeans pockets, his head bowing down. However, the grip on his Tasty Treat slowly loosens, and it falls into the dirt. Frosting side down.

He gasps, eyes wide as he observes the cookie desecrated in front of him....and he admits defeat, collapsing onto the final step of the Not-So-Happy Apple's porch, his head falling into his hands. And, he says out loud, voice muffled through freckled fingers, to no one in particular--

Frankie probably should have worn sunscreen. He can practically feel the sun baking the back of his neck at this bottle toss station, groaning against when the ball he oh, so passionately threw merely wobbled a couple bottles, but remained upright. Another five tickets, gone to the slime. So, his hand eye coordination might be a bit lack luster. Which normally isn't something that bothers him -- his brother was graced with the natural athleticism. But, it's an issue today, seeing as there's a hot ticket item he has his eyes on...

That perfect stuffed animal.

No, not the cute, little stuffed bear that looks eerily like his dear Kenjamin Sutton, down to the look in its eyes, but the homemade monstrosity right beside it. A mermaid, but not in the way one assumes. It's fish head glimmers with that iconic red stripe of a rainbow trout thanks to some intricate beading, and it's floppy, what-should-be-human legs are clad in yellow overalls, the buckles hanging loosely from its body. It's tacky, it's perfect, and he knows his Mama would get the biggest kick out of it....if only he had the reflexes.

But, fate intervenes and as Frankie's looking sadly into the crowd, he spots someone he's certain will be a lucky charm -- or, be the one to actually hit the bottles. Whichever works. He whistles, waving one hand, fist clenched with tickets to catch his attention.