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Watcher Doings 32

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FLY. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Perhaps they’d spent too much time down at the lake, reconnecting as siblings after what seemed like too long an absence, but Lady Lake observed and approved so it was time well-invested; the bay had settled into twilit quiet when Ferah and Montay climbed the stairs to reach topside, and Redrue had set wards around the one and a half acres of property also drawing a salt circle that enclosed the yard, house and shed, and another within this circle that enclosed the yard with the Weber grill and its glowing embers.

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Watcher Doings 31

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=SIGN. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

“Sure you won’t have a quick dip in the lake—it’ll purify, too, thanks to Lady Lake—before putting on my spare tunic?” Holding the garment in one hand, Ferah gazed at her brother, breathing through her mouth; he’d been picking off the remaining flaps of molting skin and holding them up to let the breeze catch and carry them away.

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JusJoJan26 Day 29: Prompt

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January 29: PROMPT. Many Thanks to Cheryl for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

Watcher Doings Extra: Ferah

“Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, watchin’ the tide roll away…”

God knows she’d spent plenty of time staring out at the waves, the gulls bobbing like whitecaps let loose when the winds picked up on gray afternoons. When cold rain dimpled those same white-capped waves on stormy days, she’d stand in the treasures she’d found in the shed, the fisherman’s long jacket flapping around her long legs, a sou’wester tied under her chin, her feet bare and near frozen, but turned northward. The scene was different than what her deep-forested homeland offered up, and sometimes she thought she’d grown up in the wrong place, wrong time.  

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Watcher Doings 26

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FISH. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Ferah felt the presence of her brother Montay in the shed, his vulnerable state as a snake in molt, and reached out instinctively to comfort; he may have been older than her, but he was still her baby brother.

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Watcher Doings 24

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FORCE. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Montay found safety in the cottage’s shed, just managing to slither his way through the woodpile stacked and placed against the east wall, and into the shed itself through a small hole near its base. In the coolness of the northern evening, he was subject to the vicissitudes of the cold-blooded form he’d chosen to transform into; add that to his bad planning to shapeshift into a snake blinded by molt and he was screwed.

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Watcher Doings 21

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=CHANNEL. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

The remaining three—Sangfroid, Plangeduc, and Redrue—arrived by late ferry, crossing the channel from mainland to island, easily mixing with the post tent-concert human crowd who were enthused and tipsy, some sufficiently high, so that the trio were barely noticed.

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