If we were having coffee, I’d say that it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t be drinking this as I raise cup to lip and take yet another sip. You would know that this is not the first time that I’ve indulged at too late an hour though, and tell me that I’ll be fine. And you’re probably right about that, by the way.
So, might I get you a cup of something? Coffee, tea, water, or juice? You may as well indulge with me, and follow me down the path of poor nighttime beverage decisions. Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.
2017 is absolutely flying by. Weeks seem like days, days like minutes, and so on, and so on. I can say though, that the past week was a fairly good one as I did some of the things that I’ve been missing out on lately. Those things included writing a bit, strumming the ole guitar, running, and bike riding.
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Lost in the Woods
A lock of auburn hair fell across Annie’s pale, round face as she blew into the small clump of damp, dead grass she held in her hands trying to coax the spark into flame. It sputtered, let loose a thin wisp of smoke and then, nothing.
Annie muttered quietly beneath her breath the words she could not say aloud around her younger siblings, but realizing they were not there she stopped muttering, threw the latest failed attempt of fire-making to the ground, and began yelling. She cursed the trees surrounding her, the leaves littering the forest floor, the forest itself for trapping her, and most of all the sky for holding the sun back while releasing day after day of rain.
It was an effort to calm herself, but it was necessary. She had no energy to waste on tantrums. She had little to no energy at all after eating nothing but acorns the past 3 days. Folding herself into what was left of her poncho, she leaned against a large gray trunk and hung her head to cry.
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“Would you look at that,” Ailsa exclaimed wheeling her car wide and sweeping into the front most space at the market. Her long dark auburn pony tail bobbed at the sudden stop of the car and she flung the door open, triumphant smile on her slender face.
The market wasn’t big, but it was busy. Men and women carrying bags and baskets full of groceries on the way out passing others on the way in.
“No doubt, that’s a jammy spot right there.” Libby popped her door open and swung her long pale legs out. The girls walked the short way through the lot beneath gray skies into the market.
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