The koy pond sat still.
All the fish deep seeking cold.
Temps high near 100.
Purple flowers love the heat.
Webbed frogs burrow in mud.
On a sandbar, Francois planted the flag to claim the island for France.
“Go breathe on her.”
“Let’s let nature take its course.”
“We might all be dead by then.”
Through the night, we stayed huddled around Dan who alternated between sobbing and screaming. We kept him as comfortable as possible, changed his bandages, and tried to keep him from moving around with little success. At one point, he tried to sit and all he ended up doing was sliding across the pipe protruding from his stomach. He shouted in pain and promptly passed out. This was really for the best because if he moved…
At 84, Bob took to talking to his Springer Spaniel. He romped with the dog, ate with the dog, and learned to nap during the day in preparation for his reincarnated life. He died. Bob came back as a cat. Which, was okay because he knew how to outrun a dog. Other Writings You May Like Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a…
Tiptoeing past the sleeping giant, she paused for a peek to make sure his eyes remained closed. She drew closer. Boldly, she touched a closed lid. In an instant, he swept her up, wrapped her in a hug, and sweetly kissed her neck. Other Writings You May Like That’s a Wrap A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a Sandbar, War.
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“I’m bored, dip the Urchin over the side,” pronounced the Captain. “I’m afraid he will sink,” offered the First Mate. “Still, it would top the day,” added the Cook. The boy called the Urchin said nothing. He could cool off, and honestly, he was bored too. Other Writings You May Like The Double Chocolate Bar Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a Sandbar, War.
My motivational speech is done
The stimulated swim in the future dream
They jump and squeal; their planning begun
“What the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.”
He started whispering gibberish. Most of it I couldn’t make out except for a few pieces. He plainly said “a fob” and he kept mentioning “weapon protocol.” The second phrase scared me, but the fob piqued my curiosity. What if it could stop all of this craziness? He really didn’t look very good and I needed to figure this out. I grabbed two mugs, filled them with coffee, and found a corner booth to talk things over with Charlie.