Every new day is a blank slate. Write something new.
My ghost sister gets to have fun
Dorothea smiled wickedly. She lifted her elegant hands, joined them together at her breast, manicured ghostly fingertips lightly touching, and slowly, chest heaving in anticipated joy, she gently moved her joined fingers back and forth, caressing them in sheer delight. Her appetite and lust for mayhem and it's subsequent dark pleasure, had been whetted.
Parrots, pirates and poachers
In every pirate's story, there is always one of us perched on those rascal's shoulders. We looked so happy. Maybe some of us were, but the majority of us were either stolen or forced to be out on the open sea where there was nowhere else to be than on a pirate ship in the middle of some ocean somewhere.
She waits for me beneath the lake, my twin
Every night at midnight she calls for me. I awake in a cold sweat, and I hear her calling and beckoning me to the waters. Dorothea. My twin. How evil was she?. I will try to explain and ask you to form your own opinion on the matter.
He is forty one years old. And, me? Well, I am a rose starting to fade. Or so I thought. There are heartfelt tears in my eyes, trying to write this little tale about feelings and the unexpected, thrilling, miraculous, unexpected, mind numbing, pulse throbbing, ecstasy awaiting and anticipated joy that I felt offering him an innocent embrace of consolation and friendship.
I love my job because.......
NO! That is not me. That is just how I feel sometimes. When things get really overwhelming, and I want to get lost in fantasy. Kind of like I am the one out there saving the world. Or I am making a movie, and I am the good bad guy ready to save the world.
Pets, they are great
The kids are grown, have families and pets of their own, and are making their own pet stories. The pets of childhood are a pleasant and distant cherished memory. The photo above is from Unsplash, by a lovely lady, named Krista Mangulsone whom I do not know, but admire her taste in photography.