The weather was ghastly. They were climbing the walls. “A game!” she cried, under duress. Eager-eyed, they hovered and clamored, “What game, what’s the best?” Frantically thinking, she babbled, “That game…that game…you know…the one where you get to guess.” #mbnov
Category: Just Playing Around
“Wherefore,” said the werewolf, ruefully examining his pelt, “this wear and tear? I wonder where I went last night.” #mbnov
Puzzling over the rustling in the trees, in the leaves. The wind is still. Late Autumn is a hustling, bustling, nut-stuffing time in the trees, in the leaves. #mbnov
Sitting on the stoop, scoping out the scoop.
Watching the birds do the loop de loop – in the stooks, in the sticks, in the stalks.
This is what two days of watching election results does to a mind. 🙂 #mbnov
Concentrate. Spiralling into concentric circles, distilled into essence, while the wild wings of distraction flutter on the edge and and the dragonflies of diversion dart in, tempting, leading me down their wobbly path. #mbnov
Dreary – excellent word. Very Poe. Very November, though this month starts cheery, with colors galore. Not gray, grismal until we are weary, bleary and wind-swept until teary. #mbnov
