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From his seat in the rear he could see the entire café and a portion of the adjoining store, the same store he was determined to visit and purchase a decent bill of groceries before the day was up.
** Liam studied the room; watched as men felt blindly for cups and sopped dry biscuits in air while soaking up the news of investors going broke. All eyes were on Wall Street but truth be told, the market crash paled in comparison to the Navarro county drought.
**He watched as a billion dust particles danced overhead, swaying recklessly in rays of smoke stained sunshine until the weight of grease and nicotine and worry forced them to settle. The grimy mist settled on everything – on everyone. It covered every field cap and fedora. Without prejudice it landed on burnt necks and white collars alike and no one, other than Liam appeared to notice. He listened to the moans and grunts that followed each turning page. Some lingered on the specifics, others on the gruesome photographs but at the end of breakfast they all shrugged their shoulders and went back to waiting.
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I had a story in mind to go with the pictures (me and my good intentions) but I didn’t allot enough time for this Friday’s free-for-all. (I know, the road to hell is paved with such… good intentions, that is.)
The story idea sprung up while I was watching the new kittens at play. Merlin (Merlin Samuel Salem Saberhagen who is such a hoot) was playing hide and seek with a Milk-Bone box as Maddie (Maddie Matilda Sabrina Goodwitch who is very practical) observed. I think Merlin felt threatened by the box so he destroyed it after hiding in a tree for half an hour.
Ahh, [giggling to self] the the thought of these cats talking still amuses me but Y’all will have to make up your own story today. Or… just enjoy the photos.
photo by The Real Janna Hill
*Our poor animals end up with lengthy peculiar names when we are at a crossroad on what to call them. It eventually gets narrowed down, I.e. Maddie & Merlin. Remember Pretty Kitty Puddin’ Jam? Now we all call him Jimmy. That was nearly a year ago.
Some famous person once said, “Write drunk. Edit sober.”
Who am I to argue with such wisdom when I have so much writing to do.
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Well, I am back from the New England territories. I would love to tell you I have locked myself in my study and am relentlessly pounding out intriguing tales but…
Just look at these kittens! Who can think straight [much less dark and mysterious] when surrounded by all this adorable fuzzy cuteness.
So, in the meanwhile… look at these darn kittens!
If you have read Cloud Wrangler (Book 4 in the Clan Destiny series) Frieda may come to mind — if not I won’t spoil the ending for you. 😉