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1,000 Words worth 2017-16

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Last week I posted photos I took while I rode IN Chicago’s Green-Line L train.  This week the photos are what I saw FROM the same train. Here’s my bit of flash fiction.  It may be a bit autobiographical. Eloise felt her pupils enlarged after each “L” stop. It’s as if her eyes are trying hard to let more sensation saturate her brain. People going to work; people going to school; people going to church. People everywhere. Sun reflects off of stainless steel and glass; old architecture peeks between the legs of…

1,000 Words Worth 2017-15

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. My commute via Chicago’s Green-Line L train inspired this post, “Scenes from the train.”   Eleanor slipped through the doors just as the robotic voice announce, “Doors are closing.”  She looked around for a place to sit in the packed train car.  Not near someone over-cologned; not near the man-spread, not near that lady with a cat in her baby carriage. She found just the right nesting spot: between the professional-looking man in his mid-twenties, and the mildly obese woman in a suede jacket.  Definitely a student. Seven stops.  That’s all.  Eleanor…

1,000 Words worth 2017-14

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Stephani tried to explain to the Jane why she had to leave. “This is my summer home,” he said.  “Always was, always will be.” “Well, my family migrated across an entire ocean,” said Jane.  ” That’s how we sparrows roll.  We’re adventurers.” “Juncos like things the same. That’s why we’ve been coming here for centuries.” “How do you know what Juncos did centuries ago?”  Jane put her beak it the air and flitted her tail.  “You have a brain smaller than a wheat seed.” “Have you never heard of imprints?” Stephani ruffed…

1,000 Words worth 2017-13

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. I took this photo in my commute to my new job at Adello Biologics.  Dismal weather made me feel a bit melancholy as a travel by the Metra into Chicago.  The conversation is a blend of two cell phone calls on the Green Line; the second leg of my commute. This is exactly why I don’t mind a bit when people talk on their phones in public. Stories are everywhere. “This f**king train’s goin’ nowhere fast.” “I just called to say have a good day at school. Can I talk to the kids?”…

1,000 Words worth 2017-12

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here.   Flying lessons officially begin in kindergarten. In times past, all beginner superheroes came to kindergarten with the fundamental gifts of balance, combined by ordinary skills of hopping, skipping and jumping.  In those days, a five-year-old superhero hardly stood out from an ordinary child, with the ordinary talents of ordinary parents. Nowadays, though, even the children of the Ordinaries come to kindergarten with near superhero skills.  Well, at least super talents that blow away the skills of their parents at the same age. Superhero parents now face the near insurmountable stress of…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-11

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Okay girls, our best path forward is a bake sale,” Margaret says. “People don’t want home-baked items anymore,” comes from Ruth.  My God, she tries so hard to go up against Margaret.  “They don’t trust the sanitary standards of other people’s kitchens.” She does have a point, Jean thinks, but she keeps mum.  For one thing, she really needs to pee, and she wishes the meeting would just end, so she can go to the restroom and not make a fuss by getting up in the middle of the meeting and drawing…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-10

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Pssst…” Isaac waits. “Pssst…” “Don’t you understand what pssst means?” The spider turns toward Isaac and tugs gently at his arm. Isaac jerks away.  He slowly turns his head back toward the spider and looks into one multi-lens eye.  He feels a little vertigo-ish.  Anyways, his knees buckle a little and his stomach jumps like that time he went of a ride down the playground slide all by himself. “Can you talk?” Isaac persists. “Egg-on-a-spit! Ya-es,” the spider says. “I’m trying to remain discreet.”  She makes the g in trying sound a…

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