heeding
“She thinks she can fly.” “Go for it.” Continue reading heeding
Tag: dogs
a fire horse – part four
Previously on part one, part two, and part three. “Go peepee now. Hurry.” I snapped at the dog. He glanced up at my direction, lifted his leg, and started to walk away. “No. I have to leave. Come on.” I jerked the leash and pulled him inside the gate. I filled their bowls with fresh water and grabbed the keys. “I’ll be back. … Continue reading a fire horse – part four
all I need is…
I think of happiness. What is it? Someone said that you need three things to be happy; something to do, someone to love and something to hope for. I think of what ifs. What if my husband hadn’t died? He would be staying home with the dogs while I would go to work, and I would have something to do and would have him and … Continue reading all I need is…
2:10 a.m.
He is on the move. The quiet steps pull me out of slumber. I peek through the half-open eye. His defensive stature at the doorway, looking out. I sit up. His vigilance alerting my subconscious. What is it? Something out there? We listen to the stillness and watch the darkness for a while. The outline of his relaxed figure turns, and the confident tapping … Continue reading 2:10 a.m.
evenly
It’s raining outside. Dogs are sleeping. I’m watching a program on the internet, slightly drunk on wine. Peace, serenity, comfort, contentment, assurance. I don’t care if anything shall happen. For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Skewed. Continue reading evenly
low life
I used to travel a bit. I haven’t for awhile. I don’t think my journey ended though. 自分がどこにいるかを確かめるために、壁のカレンダーを見上げることもあります。 For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Cur. Continue reading low life
how pedestrian
… she says. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Pedestrian. Continue reading how pedestrian
windows to the souls
For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Windows. Continue reading windows to the souls
a special delivery
We have a problem. A pig problem. They are wild and visit our yard day and night. They forage and feed themselves and offspring. Maybe, they think they live here, and we’re the intruders. They are provocative. They come close enough to excite the dogs but stay far enough to frustrate them. They remind me of some people. They show up in my life … Continue reading a special delivery
well-fed
… devoured, roamed, and pooped. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Satisfaction. Continue reading well-fed
