Winter has settled in and keeps knocking on your door. It’s icy tendrils slip beneath the door frame and between the cracks of the window panes and into your soul; zapping any warmth and motivation from your bones. Your mind begins playing shadowy games of doubt, and all you can think about is staying in and under the blankets. You long for warmer weather as winter becomes longer and colder, and days shorter and wonder why you haven’t moved to hot climates. But spring is around corner, skipping and tripping, until you think it won’t arrive, and you have nothing to show for the long, cold months that winter was here.
My flash fiction story For A Season has now been published. Check out it
Cat Scratch Fever
While I was at the doctor’s office waiting for my allergy shots, I got stuck sitting by a sniffer for about 20 minutes. Every few seconds, sniff…sniff…sniff. If you have to sniff that much, maybe it’s time to blow your nose.
While I was shopping at JcPenny’s yesterday, I entered a time wrap. Coming from around the corner was a 80’s flashback that I was guilty of and that fled when the 90’s were ushered in. BIG HAIR. Oh, the tragedy of it all.