Another quick fiction friday. Not happy with it, but I don’t edit my fiction here, so it is what it is. They unloaded their gear while a gentle snow fell. She was thankful for the added layer she had thrown on before they’d left, and that they’d packed extra blankets too. They hadn’t really talked …
An idea floated in on tides of dreams. Enclosed in golden threads of thought and disconcertingly persistent. The waves of imagination lulled me to sleep and there was a moment, between the waking world and sweet slumber, when the idea was all and everything. “Sleep now,” she whispered “and wake with the light; a thing …
War. What is it good for? Something like that. I’m not a fan of war. It saddens me and makes me angry. I’m sure there are more than a few who share the sentiment. Recently I mentioned this to a friend who replied that there was some “funny shit” if you looked into wars. And …
Sick. So sick. I had forgotten how bad it was to be this sick.
Losing a friend is somehow the worst thing. I mean, I’ve suffered a big loss this year and I’m not diminishing that. Losing someone to death seems inevitable and unpreventable though. We are all going to die. Sorry to burst that bubble for you. And we don’t get to choose when or where or how. …
The weather outside is frightful…
The alarms went off at 6:30. On a Saturday, this is a big deal. It meant a few minutes of “omfg imma gonna die” heartbeats before we were actually out of bed. Quick showers, a run to the gas station for coffee and eggs (they had none) and we were loaded and out the door …
A short fiction for your Friday. The road to the campground wound through several miles of dense ponderosa and aspens. Fall was firmly set and the first dusting of winter snow billowed in the wake of the old pickup as it made its way up the hill, chugging faithfully along despite its age and need …
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Today has been an incredibly long day. I actually opened this post at 5:30 this am. I deleted that short ramble in favor of this. Our heroine has had a good day. Let’s see what she’s up to, shall we. It wasn’t easy, being away from him. When they were together, in the same room, …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 