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The house is quiet when I get home. No alternative rock plays from the kitchen. No metal utensils on pans. No aroma of something delicious. Continue reading
7/25. I hope you don’t mind the reshare as I was originally late for the “window” dVerse prompt. I’ve edited it down a couple of paragraphs, but it’s a paragraph and a line still too long. I won’t be offended if you choose not to read for that reason alone. Thanks. SD
7/20. I am three hours too late (my theme this week) to participate in the dVerse collection, but the haibun is written. So here it is.
#3 in the third series of Mouse stories. Read the others here.
This is my third mission. I presume it’s my third mission. Everyone is already sitting in the conference room when I arrive. Nick Ryder’s voice drones on. He raises an eyebrow at my tardiness but continues speaking. Continue reading
#2 in the new Mouse story. All Mouse entries can be found here.
I am slowly realizing that life in covert ops is just one song on constant repeat, but not a good song and not really a bad song either. It’s that song you don’t mind at first, but the more you hear it, you wish it would sink into oblivion. Continue reading
So, the all ubiquitous STUFF was making me sad today and I could write lots of sad up until I drowned in my own sad tears. However, as much fun (NOT) that that sounds like, I thought of Mouse. I thought maybe it’s time for Mouse. For those of you who have joined me since March, Mouse is a hacker who is part of a covert ops group. All of her stories can be found here. You don’t need to read them to follow because this is going to be a new adventure.
There are two sides to every story, every relationship. Ms. Maggie McConnell, romance author extraordinaire asked about Bill’s side of the story in reference to yesterday’s Cradle Broken Glass, which told JJ’s side. If you write about relationships, you know that it’s really easy to write one side, but what about the other? Well, dang, it’s a
little lot harder. 🙂 Here’s Bill’s.
Oh, and it continues yesterday’s theme of songs with “black” in the title.
Thank you to Alistair at Sunday Photo Fiction for hosting. If you’d like to join in, click here. To read more stories click here⇒
“Rise! Rise! I am the Princess of Hardy County, West Virginia!” I danced in sunshine between cow patties, velvety mullein, and prickly purple thistles. The rush through the pine grove whispered rain.
I flop down in the sand. I’m not dressed for it. I had no intention of driving here, not when I got behind the wheel, but somehow, here is where I ended up.
I haven’t done this in a while, probably because I’ve had reader’s block. Have you ever had that? It’s especially bad when you have books to review. Woe, woe is me. 😦
Anyway, I hope it’s over as I’ve read two really lovely novels in a row, so I say: onwards!