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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/31/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
Marjorie awoke, the song in her heart matching those of the birds twittering in the sunrise. Stretching her pale, lithe arms over her tousled head, she rolled out of bed, feet fairly dancing on the wood floor of her new Uptown apartment.
Change was in the air. Continue reading
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/10/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
Hildie was at her wit’s end. Franz had always been forgetful, more interested in the mechanics of lock-work, how to build a better mousetrap, and getting just the right measurements to repair the town’s old clock tower. His work was much admired, his prices more than reasonable, so his peculiarities were forgiven by the townsfolk and accepted as the oddities of a brilliant mind. Continue reading
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (04/26/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
It’s a tricky business, one that grows trickier as the millennia pass. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (04/05/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
“The band will never be the same without Roger,” moaned Cambria from her perch on the front stoop.
“We’ve been playing the same music for eons,” snapped Claudia from her always-center place. “Largely because of Roger’s abhorrence of rock music. I keep telling you! This is where the industry’s at, Babies.” Continue reading
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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (03/15/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
Trigger Warning: Do NOT read this before bed!
Stella Starfish had heard all about it from Momma Bear. While Poppa and Baby built sand castles down the beach, Momma had leaned in, broad, clawed toes in the water and gripping the sand, related how Goldie had lured Poppa Bear into an affair with her golden curls, intense blue eyes, and silky hairless skin. Granted, Poppa wasn’t the brightest — some even said he was a couple sandwiches short of a picnic – but still! Continue reading
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