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Phase two

She snuck a peek out the window at the chairs being set up for the ceremony, and wondered why there were so many. If it were up to her, the only people there would be her, Daniel, Rev. McDowell and a witness. The gardener who was trimming the camellias when they arrived would do nicely,… Continue reading Phase two

100 Word Prompt

100 Word Challenge: Adventure

I have never traveled outside of the contiguous United States, instead I live vicariously through friends and family who have the wanderlust. While in grad school, my daughter spent some time in Morocco for a Study Abroad program. Then as a present to herself when she graduated, she and her college roommate took a Mediterranean cruise.… Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Adventure

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Out of sight

“You can’t even see the end of it,” Kai pleaded with Talia. “How do you even know something’s out there?” “The only way really is to just go,” Talia hefted her rucksack over one shoulder. She packed food, water, spare clothes, and a blanket. “There is no record of anyone returning after attempting a crossing,”… Continue reading Out of sight

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Michigan Jones

Standing in the ankle-deep weeds and brambles, Haley stared at the old store front watching the reflections of passing cars scrolling across the surprisingly intact display windows. Carefully she moved through the over-grown parking lot stepping around broken pieces of asphalt peeking through the grass. After slapping her bare arms a few times, she cursed… Continue reading Michigan Jones

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Ants go marching

There is no rabbit hole, nor tea party with tasty petit fours. It’s business as usual, working ‘round the clock. Preppers ready for any disaster… save flood. Chop shop rats able to strip the carapace from a beetle Before the poor creature knows it’s dead. Gathering food for the winter, while the grasshopper plays. Stores… Continue reading Ants go marching