Rod leaned on the counter pleading. “It’s Mom’s 86th birthday. I have to be there tonight.â€
The clerk listened, nodded, repeated: next flight is 2:30 a.m. You will have to wait until then.
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After looking several times at the picture provided to us by those photogenic Trifecta editors, I noticed way in the dark background a young man leaning on the counter. Hmmm, what is HIS story? Thus these 33 words. I imagine there is much more to tell.
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Staying with the birdy theme: hubbymoose and I spent our lunch hour watching a gull with ruffled feathers.
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and – not quite birdy, but windy indeed: Mt. Redoubt windblown.
as always, click for a slightly larger view.
After men’s group tonight I stopped alongside the Bridge Access Road to watch a quartet of sandhill cranes. It was lovely and quiet (if I ignored the cars rocking my car as they passed – and I did – ignore them, that is.)
Here are a few pictures taken tonight. Enjoy. (click for slightly larger view)
It was a truly beautiful and peaceful time.
“We’re mad as hell! We’re not going to take it anymore,†they chanted to their “superior†as she called herself. She cowered in her office. Her supervisor attempted to calm her. “Come to my office,†said she.
“I can’t go out there! Please send someone to get me.â€
“You’re an adult. Open your door.â€
She cautiously peeked out to find placards strewn across the carpet in front of her door. A chicken on one: “Fowl Play;†a raven on another with a circle and line through it: “Crow no more.â€
“I knew taking chicken off the menu was a mistake!â€
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This is for Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge: Revolution. I was pleased to be allowed to choose this week’s song after Lance read last week’s entry about Annie – Telling Stories.
Of course, the new tune had to come from my generation – thus the Beatles and Revolution. Of course, I then had brain blockage as I tried to come up with 100 words worthy of the song – and the challenge. I ventured into the world of the grandest revolutions in “recent†history, but decided I could do none of them justice. So, SNARK wins out in the end. The above is a mostly fictitious piece. It, as always, has some element of truth hidden within the lines. Chicken, anyone?
Joe adjusted the microphone, cleared his throat, winced at the feedback.
Life is fragile, my friends
Lacie accepted that
Her life was a tenuous thread
Woven ‘round you and me
The day that thread was cut
Severing her earthly tether
Was the day Lacie
BECAME
This reading room is dedicated to
Her improbable, impromptu
Spirit
She lives on here
She lives on in our hearts
Joe turned from the podium, tugged on the tasseled cord and revealed the eclectic library behind him. Amid colorful chairs and rugs was a mural of Lacie surrounded by and reading to hordes of children.
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Loving having VV back with us, challenging us. This is in answer to her current well-packed challenge FRAGILE. Go on over and give her 100 of your words.