We Painted Our Shower
The Girl and I went at it together. When we bought the house last summer we painted the surround on the tub/shower a shiny white. There was originally a cheesy picture of a tree done in black on white. I’d intended to put in something similar, but more green. The Girl had other ideas. She won.
I find myself staring at the condensation on the leaves while I shower and feeling like I’m in a misty forest.
Glassy Eyed
Jack: And then the quarterback went to the left instead. It was a beautiful play. Hey, Darling, are you listening? You’re looking a little glass eyed.
Jill: Pass another beer. I’m starting to see straight.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Spoil Sports
For more posts with glass go to Keyhole Pictures
Stolen Milk
Usually she waits until the bowl is abandoned to jump on the table and have her way with the milk. But sometimes, over-bold, she tries to take it from a lap. She acts as though she only wanted petting, then makes a play for the bowl. Then Miss Kitty finds herself in the cold with no milk at all.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Suzie’s House 277 : What is a Beta Read?
“What’s a beta read,” Lisa asked. She sat at my kitchen table with an air of determination as she tried to convince me to take her on.
I took a bite of bread while I thought of how to answer. Seems like simple things are always the hardest to describe.
The Serialists of September 12th
Did you all notice the plot thickening in Ahu and Ahuahu? Well done, Old Egg.
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Forest Fire Season and Shelves
That little red dot in the middle of the picture is the sun. It’s about as good of a shot of a celestial body as I ever manage, but it really doesn’t do it justice. You just cant see how eerie it is to live in a huge cloud of smoke.
It’s forest fire season here. Normally we get a bit of haze and the scent of campfire nine days old crops up randomly around town, but that’s about it. Now and then the smoke gets pretty thick. Over the last few weeks, we’ve been bounding between normal, and thick.
Yesterday, for example, we got a light sprinkle of rain, and a sun that looks like a shiny new penny. It’s a distinctive look that I have only ever seen when the forest fires are bad.
The smoke jumpers in Montana have been doing a great job. So far every flair up has been stomped out almost immediately. The smoke isn’t coming from local fires. It’s coming from Idaho. If past precedent holds, we can expect the skies to stay hazy until the first snow.
I’ve seen some white stuff come down, but so far it’s only been ash. Probably about Halloween it’ll get cold enough.
Meanwhile, I’m so proud of myself. I finally got around to making replacement shelves for the curio cabinet. It only took me a year to get around to it.
Spoil Sports
Jack: Darling, are you going to watch the game with us?
Jill: Nah.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Sigh-ings
For more posts with sports go to Keyhole Pictures
Little Girl, Little Girl
She stood with her back against the red brick of a down-town shop eyes on an arguing couple. After a few minutes, she walked right between them.
“No one knows I am here,” she said. “I am ninja. You can’t see me.”
She walked away, oblivious to all the bewildered gazes that followed.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Butts
While going through her latest crop of vacation photos, my mother the glob trotter complained that she had too many pictures of animal butts. So of course I told her to send me copies. 🙂 Here are thirteen of the best.
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Suzie’s House 276: Lisa and Mrs. Audrey
“It’s all right, isn’t it? That I brought her with me?”
“Of course,” I said. I smiled at Lisa, but didn’t offer my hand.
I’m not opposed to shaking hands, but I never start it. Seems I can never get that right, so I just leave it up to others. If you want to shake my hand, fine. If not, I won’t even notice. Apparently Lisa considered it necessary, because she stuck out her hand, took it back before I could get mine up, then got flustered and offered it again. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and she laughed nervously. Cute kid.
The Serialists of September 5th
Welcome back Altonian! I’m grinning and groaning at your pun filled serial The Visitors
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