a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Thursday's Trauma Under The Porch Light

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I could not move the blue line the computer placed although pleasant I do think blue should be in the skies, children's eyes and Morning Glories.

It was a perfect day to meander through the heavy underbrush and over the mossy glade searching for the perfect material to craft a Halloween Wreath.  The air was heavy with humidity and made the going slow but not less pleasant.

Running out of sun light quickly replaced with moonlight this time of year.  The cooler air gave me a shiver cool enough to wrap my sweater tighter and make sure the house was still in sight.

The crematorium smoked in the distance but I gave no thought of what was happening there.  My Bluetooth was visiting Bon Jovi from my youth and not even martial law was stopping that. 

"Wanted Dead or Alive" echoed.  I remembered beads, old robes, and justice demanded by the times.

Justice awaited the rodent who had continually stored away the pecans for winter.  Cast iron frying pan justice! I had captured his theft on a flimsy camera and this time he would not escape.  Pecan flavored squirrel, wonder how that would taste?  I carefully took aim.
I used every word!
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5 comments:

River said...

Interesting use of the words. Parts of this are almost poetry.

Sandra said...

i had trouble deciding if you were telling us what you did yesterday or if this was a fiction story. the word crematorium was my clue you were using words. your vivid imagination is showing..

Delores said...

That's right. Put that pesky squirrel to good use. What a great story.

Lee said...

I love it! A wonderful use of the words. :)

Lynne said...

GOLD STAR on this one . . .
I love your creativity on these little ditties . . .

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