Election Day Update
Today is a distracted sort of day, not only in and of itself, but in the culmination of so many distracted days in the last weeks and months. The world feels uneasy and uncertain…
dusk
The cinnamon tang of ferns Clicks of insects like the freewheel of a bicycle Treetops afire Dying orange light
Winging It – Chapter 3
The calendar confirmed it was Friday, and in small print next to the number were the words “Arbor Day”. He drew back just a bit at the realization. Arbor Day already? How had he forgotten?
Winging It – Chapter 2
“Second,” Roger said, raising a second finger, “there’d better be more to this than ‘I saw a kitty that looked like a _different_ kitty that I loved very very much despite the obvious world-ending danger…’”
Winging It – Chapter 1
Today was Arbor Day, and Noble Redavich was very late. It was the kind of lateness that couldn’t be politely ignored or waved away with a simple “no worries, grab some coffee and let me get you up to speed.” This was lateness that required long explanations, back and forth volleys of excuses and rebuttals, clarifications and even borderline accusations of laziness and lack of dedication. This was lateness that might just make it into an employee review or get brought up during termination proceedings, somewhere after the “we regret to inform you” but around the beginning of the litany of answers to “but why?” He had a good reason. The key was going to be pushing past the initial incredulity and disappointment to even have the opportunity…
