Flash Fiction 55: 10/28/11,

Black steel bars
spaced to see, grip,
wave, grasp at-
not climb through.

Homeland retreating.
grass and green trees,
red house,farm,town, mountains
diminish into long specks.

Face has two
vertical lines from pressing.
Ears strain for bird calls,
Friends voices,
Church bell, trains hoot. 

Letter, newspaper unfolded
Photographs inked
language sooty
Exile begun.

Mag88, 10/23/11. Divide and Conquer

It was a tangled day-
sideways angles converging
in mirrored streets.

Sitting in growing heat,
The Park picnic
side of the family

was about to come down, in two's,
from our third floor apartment.
Meanwhile Mother would carry

the other half to the roof top.
My sister's Party would remain.
My Birthday was going.

Green grass, shade,
blanket and bait
all folded in the back.

River, rocks and fish
waiting  toe-tappingly,
to be laughed and splashed upon.

Sunday160, 10/23/11

Sometimes you are in for a shock, nestled in the grass.Or
for: sadness, pummeling down inside.Sometimes it takes circling
for an hour to dig and bury one cat.

Flash Fiction 55: 10/21/11. The Delta Sun

Alden straightened up from signing her name.
Spraying her name in paint was more accurate;
it was tucked up under a darker arch of blue on the hull
of the Ferry boat she was painting.
She was pleased with the matching flash and shine of light
coming up off the water in front of her.                             (55)

    "Halfway there-" She stepped back putting her hands on her hips
to rest a minute.
" Wow -now that is lovely!" Micheal's voice surprised her.
" You'll see her coming that is for sure-" She smiled over her shoulder.
"Yeah you will." He laid his arm across her shoulders and gathered her in.
    A sunrise spread its corded, ropey rays, all the way out over the three tiers
of the boat, rocking on the river ever so slightly in agreement.
" Now for the Moon side-" He grinned down at her.
"You'll have to help me with that."She ribbed him lightly before pulling away.
" I'll help," He nodded " You just have to stick to the Owl and Pussy Cat version
you drew in your plans-" He dodged quickly away from the sweep
of arm he knew was coming at him.

Mag87, 10/16/11

"Ummm crispy crisp, I've only got eyes for dinner -nothing better than Duck!
I usually have time to carry it home by it's feet, raw- but not tonight;
we have our dress rehearsal for the Mikado ..."

Sunday160, Yesterday:

Four carloads of boxes, bags-overflowing donations
sorted quickly- we sold puzzles, lawn ornaments,balloon
cartoon figures and books-300 dollars for Church oil!

FF55, for 10/ 14/11 No matter the cost savoring is the ticket!

Sometimes I just HAVE to buy "New" books!
I circled and circled the stacks...Salivating
at least as much over the selection, as the probable
choices. It feeds the fever, fire and the appetite.
Snap! grabbed the first, heard about it on NPR.
Whish, swept up the second -
Favorite famous writer-An unexpected fabulous horse.