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1,000 Words worth: 2017-18

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Marianne felt her heart as heavy in her chest as the sun looked in the sky.  She shielded her eyes and looked one last time at what she was leaving behind. “I shimmied up that pole when I was just ten,” she said. “My brother bet me a Baby Ruth I couldn’t do it.” “You never were one to back down from a challenge.” Marion threaded his fingers between hers, pulling her around and facing her east. “It’s behind you now.” “I rang the bell at the top.” Marianne loosed his grip and…

1,000 Words Worth: 2017-17

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Dane is a street artist.  He calls himself an Anthropological Artists. Sure his art isn’t getting much attention yet, but wait until they see this masterpiece.  He works from 1:00 a.m. until just before rush hour to finish it. Dane slips on his tie and sports jacket, clicks his brush case into the briefcase he borrowed from Jack, pushes the record button, and situates his cell phone in his breast pocket in just the way he practiced. For sure Chicago commuters will take notice of his meticulous re-creation of paint chips, rust and…

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…

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