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PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie “Summer visits, six years to nine, climbing apple tree, goat’s milk, making butter, feeding the goats, playing with kids,” I chuckled as I wrote. Old home site memories. No buildings remained. The grave stone was a … Continue reading
See that silver, sleek, streak whizzing by – that’s ME – an offspring of the Little Engine that Could. We snicker at the “Greatest Generation” trains down at Central Station. That Little Engine huffed and puffed to pull two … Continue reading
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson About a mile upstream, there was a fish’s school A thousand little fishes learned a brand new rule. Always stay together and help each other out And never ever swim in danger under a water … Continue reading
Donna sighed as she began to clean up the coffee table. Coffee table? Looks like a cigarette table. She wished Bud would control his anxieties by drinking coffee instead of smoking cigarettes. She was scared. For thirty-two years he had … Continue reading
“I’ll deny it,” I thought. “I’ll tell them some boys came by and vandalized it.” I’ve driven for seventy years with only a speeding ticket now and then, no serious accidents. Now this is the third one in six months. They … Continue reading