Tonight is not the not we drag this bus out of the mud, but I will commit to a handful of one-minute drills:
She lay alone. Her arm draped across her naked chest poised to turn a page in a book she’d never finish read. A book that would come to remind her of what occurred next.
Leaves parted and branches snapped. A bull elk stamped out of the pines and into the wet dreary meadow. He snuffled…
“Son of a bitch.” She stared at the ungraded stack of papers slipping off the edge of her desk and clattering to the floor. Then she slapped a hand on the pile not yet betraying her. Maybe half the…
Ron tightened the knob on the tripod. The level said it was close enough to make his panoramic stitches near seamless. If only he could figured out how to get…
Gransa was taller than most of the island boys his age. His parents had come from the continent a year before he was born. They were tall. He was tall. It wasn’t good for them. It wasn….
Thom mounted the scaly beast with care. Right foot in the low stirrup. Left hand on the high stirrup then a step up. With his left foot int he high…
Wings beat down from all directions. Hummingbirds attacked Ken’s red hat and red hair. He swatted them but gently. Somehow killing a humming bird seemed bad.
Evening chill cycled with late afternoon warmth as Chris and Stacy road the convertible up and down the hills of northwest Arkansas. She liked the feeling of the…
That was more than five. And more refreshing than more bitching.
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