Showing posts with label flash 55. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flash 55. Show all posts

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Friday Flash 55 #9


Handing them a flier, the Park Ranger told them all dogs had to be on a leash. 
Later: 
“ Why did he give us this? We don’t have a dog.”
“Maybe he thought the kiddo was a dog.”
I’d been mistaken for a boy before, but a dog?
This was exciting. 
My career as shapeshifter began.


Gypsy (Tibetan Mastiff) with Corn Lilies
photo by Nick Moll

Friday Flash 55 was started by G-man HERE

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Friday Flash 55 #4


A close call. My patient brought her 6 year old son. She needed time alone with the acupuncture needles.  I lured him out with books. After reading one about fish the next was The Velveteen Rabbit. I started tearing up around the time the rabbit got real...luckily it was time to check on mom.

This is Hermes he was my foster rabbit for much of last year. He is a Rex rabbit.
Rex's have no undercoat resulting is fur like velvet(een).
He did find his forever home and you can read about it HERE.
You can find out more about rescue rabbits and the Rabbit Haven HERE



Friday Flash 55 is the brain child of the Gman HERE

Friday, August 10, 2012

Flash Friday 55 #4


She wore her pants tight enough to feel like a country western song and prayed out loud until the gas pump accepted her soon to be X husband’s credit card. With a tankful and a full can she drove by the house one last time, burning bridges was bad, burning his stupid car was exhilarating. 

Flash Friday 55 is par tof GMan's master plan, his blog is HERE.

Friday, August 03, 2012

Friday Flash 55 Number Three


“I hate to cook, I’ve cooked for over fifty years.”

“I could cook you some food and 
put it in the freezer to heat and eat later.”

“ I don’t need or want help, I just don’t want to cook.”

And so, even when we offered to bring the food,
 the holiday family dinners were forever cancelled. 


Flash 55 comes from the G Man OVER HERE

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Friday Flash 55 #3




The glass blower tossed bits and bobs from his craft into the river that lead to the sea. During low tides these scraps returned as tumbled fairy gems, washing onto the beach or burrowing up from the sands. Magical beach combing had brought them together until she realized it was only magic, not love.

Friday Flash 55 roots are HERE