I love to ride motorcycles and go camping. I am training for a triathlon, and I dream of the day I can have another dog (when I own instead of rent a home). I am a Canadian working and living in the U.S.
joolie1 is a member of Flash Fiction and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Earlier she had spent more than an hour removing unsightly mushroom clusters that appeared to be on all the lawns.
Most days I am oblivious to the clutter. I climb the stairs, grapple with the door handle and push the door open with my foot, my arms full of the day’s accumulations.
My arms hang limply at my sides as I survey my small apartment. Helplessly I gaze at what I call my ‘heaps’ which lie everywhere. From all sides they crowd me …
I finished putting my groceries away and somewhat distractedly I began to nibble, taking a juicy bite into my first pear of the season.
Santa is 69. I know this because we camped with him and his wife, Wendy, one night just outside of Idaho Falls, Idaho. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
He enjoyed listening to the traffic. It was like music; each vehicle with it own, individual pitch, harmonizing with others to produce an orchestral symphony of sound.