This week we are once again entertaining guests, and this is a warning that both my blog reading and blog writing might suffer for it.
Meanwhile, a heroic battle is being waged between me and my body wanting to go to sleep.
You see, I want to schedule this post, and my eyes are saying “Oh no, you don’t!” as they try to close on their own. I tell you, I cannot guarantee the spelling composition and content of this post. It could be I’m thinking I’m oozing brilliance with every word, but for all I know all this is crap.
Before I get to the fiction, something that I would like to donate to the World. I think it needs it.
OK, quickly now, on with the post before I lose it . . .
One of the most read of my flash fiction efforts coincides with my efforts to write something funny; go figure.
My next choice comes from Photo and the Flash – No. 5, a tale about love, bullying, high school, and what might possibly be supernatural beings. The story is titled “A good Day After all.“
Photo and the Flash – No. 6 offers up one of my favorite short stories: Different. I was told once that I write realistic characters, be they female or male. I can’t speak to that, but I can relate to these characters.
If you are only going to read one, . . . wait; why would you read just one? Oh man, I’m losing it; I need to hit the sack; goodnight all.
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