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.
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”
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)”