• The Hemingway Day.
  • He's Alive.

    It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction… He’s alive.     Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging.   Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt “yellow”, which in my view, is just gold with less regal dripping.

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  • Smile.

    Today’s Daily Prompt is rather apt for someone who is entering the last year of her twenties tomorrow… “You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?”     Her teeth […]

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  • Day 108.

      A new resident has clomped its way into my ever expanding zoo of inanimate animal objects. Until the day comes when I can cling to a gorilla whose heart-is-a-thumping, this side table will have to suffice. Even if he does graze my cheek every time I nuzzle against him in affection. —   Thank […]

  • Fiction.
  • Beast.

    Letting my pencil run away with itself again today with a free writing task… Beast. As each limb twisted you could see muscles sliding beneath dense black tufts of fur. He was short and stocky, a compact beast with a thick skin. He thudded through the green reeds and shook the ground with every step. […]