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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…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-9

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here.   Milo holds out hope. Love endures. And not a single petal has fallen from the rose he purchased for her.  How many weeks ago was it?  Of course he could figure it out, but why waste the time? He decides to wait until the last petal falls. Kerri promised she would come. Now she was gone.  Not only did she fail to show up for their date, she was literally gone.  Not a trace. Milo thought about what he’d say to her the next day at work.  No show. He thought…

1,000 Words worth 2017-8

Each week for 2017, To find out more click here. Scout and Meowgi waited all day for Goldy, their only sister, to return.  “She’s been gone a long time,” Scout moped.  Scout knew Meowgi spent most nights outside, hunting.  As for Scout, he was only allowed into the fenced yard.  Meowgi slinked under the fence, or on warm nights jumped up and sat on the fence post crooning at a full moon.  Scout could do neither of these things, so he contented himself with what he freedom he had, and looked forward to long walk with Mother.  He tolerated the…

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