fly-by-posting: 2025/01/31
You know you’re definitely not a kid anymore when you get home and can’t wait to open up the fridge for those left-over greenbeans calling to you.
You know you’re definitely not a kid anymore when you get home and can’t wait to open up the fridge for those left-over greenbeans calling to you.
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 5 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… I finally got my mouth shut and my eyes turned away from staring, but by then the old woman was long gone. And I had less than no idea of what to do. A fish….
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Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 4 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… “Minister himself commissioned a new piece, and the last three girls they sent us jumped off the rail deck, one after the other, like they were reading from a script that said ‘suicide after tea.’ …
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There was a squirrel in my parking spot when I got in this morning. Somehow he looked guilty as he looked up and slunk/scurried away. What could he have been up to? Meanwhile, the hordes of geese managed to be picturesque this afternoon – flying through a lowering, twilit snowfall will do that it seems.
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 3 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And there was no roof, the factory – as much as I could see of it beyond high walls, both brick and smudged, dusty glass – open to the sky. There were no banyan trees. …
Although I’d like to and intend to post something new and regular-blog-post-like to this blog on a semi-regular basis, sometimes I go for stretches where I seem to have lost access to any extra brain cells, especially the ones needed for coming up with anything even vaguely resembling ‘new.’ In fact, lately, I’ve been hovering near the borders of just such a state. And so, I’ve come up with an idea! What sort of prompt might require not very many…
See Previous | See Next This week in my garden. (Where it is cold, but not really snowy.)
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 2 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… I was preoccupied then, too. I’d been sent away from the factory yesterday, the scarlet tunic I’d worn for the past three years taken away and handed to someone else. And now I was on…