In dreams, he awoke a Ronin warrior who carried a sword of steel, thrashing forward through the field of blood, until no enemy remained. Still furious, the swordsman turned around and thrashed back until he stood alone on the field. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings Uncle Charles Left a Note
The bees found the red nectar first sucking their fill from the tin flowers. The ruby-throated hummingbird flitted from one tin to the other seeking an opening. The turbulence from his wings opened up a slot. He dove in taking his turn until the bees came back.
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. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings No related posts.
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. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings No related posts.
“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. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings No related posts.
She breathed in gasps, her heart beating faster than her futile attempt to calm herself. The terror raced forward, then dug in pushing her to the ground. She twisted to defend herself covering her eyes. A red tongue sloshed out as the matted dog licked her face.
The wheel rewarded 50 coins making her even. Excitedly, she spun again because you never leave on a win. And it hit again. And again. It must be luck. After 23 wins, the machine froze and faulted. The slot tech reset it and erased her wins. He shrugged. C’est la vie.
The bus broke down five miles outside Kelso on the Joshua tree road near where the train tracks hang on the yellow hills. The few tourists unloaded their bags deciding they would rather walk than stand in the heat. Sally smoothed her pettifor and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat. She would wait in the bus. Twenty minutes later a private stuck his head into the bus and offered a ride and Sally joined the bus driver…