R.S. Haspiel
Bio
62 year old retired Science teacher, Animal Cruelty Investigator, Wildlife Photographer & Writer (R.S. Haspiel).
Stories (5/0)
My New Furry Co-Worker
As close as we are to our neighbors most daily activities go unnoticed. Our neighbors to our right have a tree cutting business and as such, have their business truck along with their personal trucks. This one day their activities would be interrupted by their barking dog Mufasa, a raised hood of a pickup truck and several bodies precariously leaning over the truck’s engine.
By R.S. Haspiel3 years ago in Petlife
The Human Ark
I am a Jewish woman by definition of my religion, a Science Teacher & Animal Cruelty Investigator by trade and a Wildlife Photographer by experience. In trying to navigate the world of politics, health crisis and the new "Cancel Culture" it occurred to me that all of this will one day be a part of history and what a sizable book that will be. Things like who is writing it, will it be complete, will it be censored were all things that were brought to mind. Will it include the Evolution of Man or Creationism, will a Holocaust section give way to a Black Lives Matter section? As I started to think of all that information and how it would be condensed, I developed a headache so I started to catalog my photographs instead.
By R.S. Haspiel3 years ago in Humans
Sailing To Oblivion
Thunder roared in the distance as Gracie sifted thru the rubble of yet another town destroyed by the Great War. Survivors that she had met along the way each called it something different but since she was only in her late 20’s, to her it was the Great War. Her mom’s had guessed early on that there might be trouble and would prepare her for survival as best they could. With one mother being a nurse and the other being a soldier who flew Apache helicopters in Afghanistan her training was quite extensive. While Gracie was thankful for their training she still wished they were with her.
By R.S. Haspiel3 years ago in Fiction
Cassie and the Heart Shaped Locket
Cassie walked along the deserted beach as she thought of her mom’s passing that week. Most of the activity seemed a blur as she went over the discovery of her mom’s body and subsequent funeral preparations. She regretted not keeping in better touch with her mom but distance and job requirements always seemed to take precedence. She welcomed the calm of the ocean and the serenity of the beach as she watched the shorebirds being chased by the foamy surf. A sudden glint from a nearby rock caught her eye. Even as the sun was going down there seemed to be a reflection from something partially buried in the sand by the rock. As she watched the sun hover just above the horizon, she got closer to the glinting object. As she knelt down, she brushed the sand from around the rock. A heart-shaped outline began to take form. As she picked up the silver heart-shaped locket she looked around to see if there was anyone else around. She also wondered why the silver hadn’t affected the smooth finish of the locket. Surely between the sand and the saltwater there should have been some abrasion on this piece of jewelry. Even the chain was intact. Cassie walked down to the water’s edge and washed off the remaining stubborn sand. She tried to open the locket but the clasp seemed to be stuck.
By R.S. Haspiel3 years ago in Humans
