It’s one of those weird things that happens when you’re a writer. You may not know what exactly you’re doing, but you know it’s right.
The river was high that morning. Swirling brown water roiled up around the snow covered rocks at Bud Carter's feet. He was prepared for the cold, dressed in layers, starting with his flannel pajamas from the night before. Sweaters and a jacket followed on top of each other, until he felt like a turtle in its shell.
Perious Mouse took his seat beside Felicity Mouse, at the steering wheel of the wind buggy and flipped the tinted goggles on his flying cap down over his beady black eyes. The excitement was palpable in the barnyard and hardly a whisper could be heard from anyone except Piggy-Pig, who had managed to tip over the slop bucket in her pig pen.
Rebecca shares with KRL another fun story from the perspective of her pet rats. This story takes place in the Boys Cage after Tommy and Captain Smudge have gone to the Rainbow Bridge.
I thought I had a rotten life. I wasn’t a beauty. I wasn’t slim. My husband wasn’t perfect. My kids were typical, horrible and lots of work.
Gail has shared many wonderful short stories with us and we are happy to have this Irish Spoof from her to share with you as we approach St. Patrick's Day!
When I lived in Tracy, California for a few years, I had a lovely vegetable garden sprinkled with fruit trees, perched on top of one of the many hills that make up the county. The garden angled down the back yard, ending at a fence overlooking the whole dry, brown canyon.
