A tiny fly ambled through the fine hair on Typist’s forearm. She sipped her coffee and waited for inspiration from The Trio. They were squabbling amongst themselves. Typist turned down their volume and watched and black ant skitter across the wrought iron tabletop. She could hear cars speeding on the freeway, an airplane overhead, and Henny whimpering for freedom from her tether. The
Perhaps “Untitled” could also be viewed as “tabula rasa” so readers might impart their own Saturday plans, or sources of farmhouse pictures. Or come back to book crafting after his/her own Leonardo da Vinci-esque stepping away to promote a fresh new take, as author/typist, after a few down dogs!
Perhaps “Untitled” could also be viewed as “tabula rasa” so readers might impart their own Saturday plans, or sources of farmhouse pictures. Or come back to book crafting after his/her own Leonardo da Vinci-esque stepping away to promote a fresh new take, as author/typist, after a few down dogs!
Happy Saturday! (geraniums and all)
ME: Are geraniums an older person’s flower?
DEB: (no hesitation) Yes.
ME: Well, alright then! 😐