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Flash Fic: What a Falling Off Was There

Author’s note: I went a little over the word limit with this one, and I’m not sorry. 🙂 Levi Ask someone what an angel looks like, and they’ll often say, “Glowing porcelain skin, mesmerizing blue eyes, luxurious blonde hair. They’re … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: Sketch Artist

Marc’s favorite place in winter was the conservatory, with the winding brick paths that led through tropical trees and plants. The humid warmth was soothing to skin that had been buffeted by sub-zero temps. As usual he leisurely struck out … Continue reading →

Mating Halloween Pennants

I was down at the lake this morning. I saw the anhinga and the small ‘gator. That was a pleasant surprise, because I’d heard they were removing them (there are two); some moron guests of someone who lives in the … Continue reading →

Watercolor Portrait: Tricolored Heron

Three nights ago, just before dark, I walked through the woods to the small lake and noticed something different: the fountain in the middle of it was blue. Someone had added colored gels. It was very pretty, and I wished … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: Afterlife

Dying wasn’t what I thought it would be. I figured I’d draw one last breath and vanish, and I wouldn’t even know I was gone. Whatever energy was left in my body when I croaked would dissipate, and I wouldn’t … Continue reading →

Surprise at the Small Lake

I went down there this morning, as I do most days. The sun was barely up but the great egret was already hunting on the western shore. I went up on the deck, which overhangs the water, and looked around. … Continue reading →

The Blahs

I have ’em. This last week has been depressing for various reasons, and I’m ready for a change. For instance, right now someone is creating a horrible noise with a damn leaf blower one street over. I despise that racket. … Continue reading →

Nature Preserve

Ten minutes from home there is wildlife preserve that includes almost 1400 acres. Itching to go somewhere yesterday, I drove over, parked, and got out. The heat and humidity smacked me in the face; it was three in the afternoon, … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: Different World

Dad slapped his neck in disgust. “The fish aren’t biting but the mosquitoes sure are.” I was covered in itchy red blotches, one of which I’d scratched so hard, it bled. “Can we go in now?” “If we don’t catch … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: The Wishing Tree

I stood on the back porch, leaning against a support and sipping wine, gazing at the old tree that straddled the property line between my parents’ place and the neighboring field. The full moon illuminated its leafless branches; that and … Continue reading →