Put that book down. (I saw that ! Don't you dare dogear that page! Look! There's a receipt you can use as a bookmark right there! Much better.) Get up and have a walkabout. The sun is shining (somewhere) the birds are calling and there is so much inspiration out of doors!
Today is #NationalWalkingDay according to Twitter. And who is this humble author to argue with one-hundred forty characters of such wit?
Put that book down. (I saw that ! Don't you dare dogear that page! Look! There's a receipt you can use as a bookmark right there! Much better.) Get up and have a walkabout. The sun is shining (somewhere) the birds are calling and there is so much inspiration out of doors!
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An author should usually strive for layers of meaning. The reader should absorb the story and still be able to come back and find new details with every rereading.
These very lucky limpets spent the day basking in the sun. They kept plenty moist and had a grand old time. Nature know how to live.
She was still humming with pleasure and the nearly foreign experience of sun on skin. As they had expected the first sunny Sabbath of the spring had summoned everyone and their dog to the beach. Even the lazy beaches that were never crowded were covered in slow moving, pale humans soaking up the sun through as much skin as they dared to expose to the nippy wind. Despite the crowds it had been a wonderful day.
She placed her hand on the front door of her office and store in. Her shift manager spun on her with frantic relief in his eyes. "Boss! I am so glad you are back!" She stiffened and felt her bones began to suck up the light energy she had spent all afternoon building. Her eyes roamed the front office. The brand new courier bicycle lay partially disassembled and then abandoned in one corner. The business owner was reclining in his office chair, clutching his shoulder and very obviously not making eye contact. The young runner who had accompanied her to the beach took all this in and decided that he was needed anywhere else. "I was only gone for three..." she drew in a sharp breath and shook her head. "You. We are going to the hospital." She declared pointing at the owner.. "You get that bike fixed and find the runner." The owner glanced at her sheepishly and eased out of the chair. "Good news," he offered weekly. "All the safeties work on the new bikes!" She shot him a murderous glance and stalked out to start the car. She was not paid enough for this. That vitamin D she had metabolised had better be enough to see her through the rest of the week. "Human. The Spring has brought forth an abundance of the delicious vermine. I have left a gift on your doorstep to show my affection for you and my utter disgust for your hunting skills. Enjoy the shrew."
Our alpha calico female has been out enjoying the sun and she (or one of her minions) has left the first of many dead rodents on our front stoop. As a writer the story possibilities for this behavior is endless. Does the cat care about its human family? Is this a sign of affection? Is it a safe place to store their kills? Is it a bribe to get into the house? Given the affection Calicoy showers on her people I do like to think it is some sort of provider instinct. |
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