I’m Alexander Paul Mitchell, aka Cosmo, a character in some of MA’s stories. Everybody calls me Cosmo, even my boss and my teachers. Even my Mom. My dad’s dead.
I love my tattoos, but they aren’t objects, so….
I love going out into the woods — or the city streets and back alleys — and living on my own. It would freak Mom out, so I don’t tell her. I started collecting survival manuals when I was little, and they’re still my favorite thing to read.
[MomGoth interjects: This was actually a gift to me from #4 Daughter, the fabulous Sara Marian, who gave it to me on Mother’s Day “for Cosmo”.]
Here’s something from “Sunlight Like Honey,” one of the stories from MA’s 99-cent collection THE KING OF CHEROKEE CREEK (link is to free excerpts), which is mostly about my mom’s boss but a lot about me.
excerpt from “Sunlight Like Honey”
by Marian Allen
Not long after, heralded by snapping twigs and a growled, “That was my eye, Mr. Tree,” he joined her in the clearing. He was in long sleeves and jeans under the duster, so the only tattoo that showed was the blue and red snake around his neck. Silver studs lined the rims of his ears and ornamented his nose, eyebrows and lower lip.
“Hey, Cosmo. You stalking me, man?”
“Needed a laugh. When you said you were coming out here to camp, I had to check it out.”
“How’d I do?”
“Looked like all three Stooges at once. It was great.” His grin said he knew she wasn’t in the mood for jokes, but that she’d been damn funny, anyway. Then, serious: “Sorry about your grandpa.” He cleared his throat. “What you camping out for? Lose the key? ‘Cause I got my lock picks right here.” He patted one of the deep pockets of his coat.
Bethany shook her head. “I brought the key. Just not ready to go in. Besides, I … got something to do. I’m not exactly sure what.”
Cosmo gazed into the trees, elbows out, hands on hips, his duster flaring around his calves like a skirt. “Nice out here,” he said at last. “Good place to figure things out. I come out here a lot.” He smiled and hooked a thumb toward the path. “I’ll go on. Just wanted to make sure you had everything under control, your first time camping and all.”
Bethany thought about being alone in the woods, possibly overnight. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so appealing.
“Cosmo? …I don’t mind if you get your gear and come back.”
“Get my gear?” He pulled out a plastic envelope about the size of a package of jumbo index cards. “Hammock, with rain shield and mosquito net.” He drew back the left-hand tail of his coat to reveal a big flat blade in a nylon case. “Everything else.”
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character camps out.