Grady lookie here I ain’t seen nothin like that since the green Irish Spring in ’65 Charlie I always thought that stench was the fish… Thanks to the lovely and talented Susan of Stony River for hosting Monday Microfiction.
What is there that I cannot see peering from beneath a blanket of misty gray? I feel a forboding in my spirit I am not alone Join us for MicroFiction Monday as we try to construct a story in 140 characters based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Susan who graciously hosts each week.
Yes Dear that constellation up in the sky depicts the famous battle of the parasol Samurai Thanks to the beautiful Susan of Stony River for the delightful prompts she gives us each week for Micro Fiction Monday
Darling your obsession for my attire concerns me. This cloak is a bit too Salem Massachusetts circa 169os for me. My friend Susan is a class act at Stony River and hosts a weekly MicroFiction on Mondays.
Chicken and pork tamales especial by my grandmothers for the holidays. Cooked in only the best ~ “Real Grease.” The first thing I thought about was the homemade tamales we enjoy during the holidays. No they are not cooked in fresh axle grease – well I hope not. Happy New Year Each week Microfiction MondayContinue reading “Mi Casa / Tu Casa #microfiction monday”
“Maisy, eat around the edges evenly or mama will know you sampled the pie!” “I did not Henry those are your teeth marks and I can prove it!” Thanks to Susan the hostess with the mostest for a holiday micro Fiction. Join us for the fun!
It was a day like any other the weekly dreaded washday The rare smile on Ruby’s face would never reveal the secret she would take … Join us at Stony river for another microfiction monday – hosted by the lovely Susan
Too long ago to remember who was laying across from me There must be someone who still holds a memory from long ago Susan of Stony River has a great microfiction meme each week. Join her each week for the challenge. In the event you would like to try your hand at some seriousContinue reading “A Memory (microfiction monday)”
“Me llamo Juan Medina. Fui una vez un vaquero en la tierra del cactus. Ahora protejo esta tierra como su guardián.” “No Habla Espanol Senior” “Oh – Ok.” **** My name is Juan Medina. I once was a cowboy in the land of the cactus. Now I protect this land as its guardian. “Mejor enContinue reading “Un Vaquero en la tierra del cactus (Microfiction Monday)”
I’m sweet – see my smile. I would never do a thing to cause you to revile. But cat- spells alarm she has a police record as long as her arm. Thanks to the sweet and gentle Susan who each week hosts this Micro Fiction Monday and does a fine job. Join us for theContinue reading “But the Cat (Microfiction Monday)”