Sunday, May 3, 2015

I found this through a friend on Facebook.  And I'd like to spread it near and far and wide. The idea of this little project appeals to me because since I read about it, then sent in a three sentence turtle story and wrote to offer to release the turtles out in the world, well, since then my creative juices have begun to flow. 

So often in my writing I reach stale spots;  while I write for myself I try to please my, ahem, audience.  I recognize that I don't write for others really but let's be honest we all enjoy some feedback.  Good is better than bad.  But feedback is feedback.

Keep in mind the stories are not about turtles.  

Mine just happened to be.  I doubt I'll have another three lines about turtles in my lifetime. I've sent in one turtle story and plan on sending others as the mood strikes.  But what better place to practice my skills than right here in my blog?

My first turtle story:

That pond down the road, dark and deep, its branches sprouting forth from the murky bottom once Spring decides to show her pretty face, is home and protector to many little souls throughout the long cold Winter. Sunshine and blue skies remind me to slow and look (and maybe stop) to see the painted turtles as they venture forth from the cold water onto the sun-warmed bark of branches no longer Winter lonely. This family of turtles, just one gift from Mother Nature reminds me that Old Man Winter is our necessary evil; but is he?   KZ 2015

Driving along last night I was inspired by twinkle lights on a screened in porch:

Ahead in the dark the ambient glow of a now over get-together makes me wonder 'what did I miss?' Passing by, chairs akimbo, littered tables, muted view through dark screens, twinkle lights let me know I was uninvited to this soiree.  No longer on the list of 'must invite' lists of my youth I find that age has its benefits and its blessings.   KZ 2015

1 comment:

Jon said...

You've said a lot in only a few words. I like both of these vignettes. I especially like the opening sentence of the first one (it aptly sets the mood) and the whimsical final sentence of the second story ("old age has its benefits and blessings").