50 Word Friday #27: Caught Out

Mother and child sat on the bike waiting for the traffic light to change. She desperately wished for green as the torrential downpour had come out of nowhere and hadn’t lessened. She heard him giggle at the deluge and smiled. Sometimes a bad plan can make for a good memory.   I saw this happen […]

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50 Word Friday #26: Ducks

A: “Why are you acting so weird towards me?” B: “I had a dream about you last night. I’m still mad at dream-you.” A: “Is that seriously a real thing?” B: “Seems like it. Also, if I bring up the duck today just remember to apologize.” A: “Dream-me?” B: “He wouldn’t let me adopt one.” […]

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Being an enthusiastic researcher doesn’t mean every fact needs to show up in your work.

I struggled with this problem a lot when working on my first manuscript. I was so worried about representing a culture not my own incorrectly that every little action I wrote about had to be backed up. It felt like I was writing an educational paper, not a story. Did I need that education–about five formal […]

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50 Word Friday #25: Absorb

The plants soak in the water from the hose. Glad that I remembered to water them this week, I look out past our yard to the horse pasture beyond. They are gone, consequences of a rapidly expanding city. The land is being rezoned for houses. Expansion absorbing its rural roots.

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50 Word Friday #24: Masks

If the world is a stage, then why are our masks so shocking? We call the way we act around groups our “masks” and it is a bad thing, but when we call it “hat” suddenly we applaud the many styles a person dons. Perhaps we are simply multifaceted creatures.

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50 Word Friday #23: Turbulence

You tell me it’s nothing. Just wind hitting the plane, but all I can imagine is us falling from the sky. You’re right next to me, but I fear grabbing your hand because I’m still jostled from the fight we had this morning. It’s just a bump, but I worry.

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50 Word Friday #22: Coyote

Their call went out right as the golden hour ended. Surrounding me. Assessing. Standing on the edge of a steep cliff, I wondered what would happen to my body if I slipped. The coyote pack would have full bellies for a week. A twig snapped behind me and I ran.   Photo by Joshua Wilking on Unsplash

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