Misty sundown

Thank you, Carsten. I thought it was interesting that the water turned to stone.

Maybe, although there is a lamentable absence of rainbows.

Apparently they are saying Hurricane. Batten hatches.

Yeah! (I’m glad we still say that.) Welcome home.

Once upon a time, in an enchanted forest far away, lived a little short woman who kept dogs and a cat and the occasional spider. She was a very curious little woman–in both senses of that useful word–and would often go poking about in odd corners. One day she poked about in the corner of a place that the Bear had claimed for its own. The Bear, offended by the intrusion, lumbered up to her and said Can’t you read? This place is Posted! The little woman was so astonished to meet a talking Bear that she hardly knew what to say. For once in her life she said nothing. The Bear shook its head. You are too foolish to bother with. This ticked the little woman off. I am on a Public Access, she said firmly. Now it was the Bear’s turn to be astonished. No one had ever argued with it before. And no one would again. The Bear moved closer to the little woman, opening its jaws.

The Bear had failed to take into account the possibility of reinforcements. The little woman had come armed with a terrier and a spaniel. The Bear did not observe the narrowing of the terrier’s eyes. The Bear did not notice that the spaniel’s stubby little tail had stilled. The Bear moved again, the terrier and the spaniel moved in concert, and while the Bear was distracted by the furry tornado that seemed to envelop it, the little woman pulled out her axe and clobbered it.

The rest of the story is quite violent and not suitable for a G-rated blog. Suffice it to say that the little woman’s cabin in the enchanted forest will be very cozy this winter with its fine bearskin rug.

Made short work of him, eh?

The End.

Shhh . . . it’s a story. If I had an MFA in creative nonfiction we could pay good money for a reading fee to submit it to a prestigious literary journal. But I don’t, so we all get to read it for free. How cool is that? But no bear photo. Can’t have everything.

On the other hand, I haven’t met a No Trespassing Rattlesnake, so we’re even. 🙂
Glad you liked the story.

Who knows where these things come from.
A dog pulls on a leash, a horizon goes even more askew than usual, a blogiste attempts a salvage operation.
Um, perhaps best in this instance not to walk toward the light. 😉