“I’m sorry Jack. You’re too poor. My father will not allow me to marry you.” Guinelda’s words stung like a thousand hornets. With a heavy heart he dragged himself back to his downtrodden farm.
Later, as he slept on his straw bed, a cool breeze blew through the open window and whispered in his ear, Go to the Lost City. It is there you’ll find your fortune.
He bolted out of bed and looked out the window. The withered crops swished in the moonlight.
Jack packed and left his dilapidated cottage. He asked the wizened old woman in the village about the Lost City. “How’ll I ever find it?”
“Listen to the wind. It will guide you,” she hissed. Continue reading
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Hello all you Wild Riders out there! It’s time for another Use Me and Abuse Me Day! Yep. It’s that special day when you can use my blog to meet some new writers and make some new friends.
Go through your posts and pick one you think the guests might enjoy. Paste ONE link (URL), in my comment section. Feel free to include a short “hook” to entice other partiers to come to your place (blog). If you have a book to sell, go for it! Continue reading
When you live in Colorado, you don’t have to go far to find pleasure in the beauty that surrounds us.
Simple pleasures can be as easy as taking a walk. Last Saturday, my husband Danny and I hit the Mt. Royal Trail in Frisco. It is an intermediate hike that winds through Masontown which was destroyed in 1926 by an avalanche. Now it is a ghost town. The forest had been primarily evergreen, but aspen grew in its wake.
This steady climb was like stepping up stadium stairs. As we gained elevation, I imagined a new bride on the back of a burro mumbling, “How much further is it Charlie?” as she regretted her quick decision to marry a miner.
I took these photos with my Droid cell phone. Click on each photo to enlarge.
Alice hurried along the path of the ancient forest in fading light. Listening to her elders and obeying were two different things and now she was hungry and lost.
As night descended, fog slithered like silent serpents through the understory. She stopped in her tracks as it wrapped around her narrow ankles and swallowed the trail. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction, Humor
While typing away in my little corner of the sunroom, my dog Roxy started a barking fit in the garage. I assumed the door was wide open and a bird had flown in. Have you ever noticed that an entire wall can be open, but a bird will insist on trying to fly through a closed window?
Roxy only barks at animals. This is not helpful to me since it is unlikely that I will be taken down by a rabid squirrel. At 15 pounds soaking wet, I wouldn’t expect her to be much protection, but she could at least bark a warning when a human enters the yard. Instead, I have looked up from my computer to find her playing with a neighborhood landscaper.
When her tirade didn’t end, I shut my laptop and ran to the garage. Continue reading
Here in the sunny State of Colorado, the back-to-school blitz is on. The Target store aisles are filled with list-wielding shoppers snapping up school supplies. The days are getting shorter and summer is almost over. For many, the season has flown by. Soon the snowflakes will be flying too.
Why does time seem to accelerate as we get older? Continue reading
She collapsed on the sofa, kicked off her red boots and threw the boat key on top of the coffee table. She remembered the movie Die Hard and dug her toes into the cool carpet. I need a drink. Continue reading
When you have an opportunity to make a wish, does one pop into your head or do you have to think for a minute or two?
A wish is a hope or desire and I have had my share, but I’m really careful what I wish since so many have come true. I take a little time to consider how it could change my life. My guess is that most people wish to be rich and famous or to return to good health. There couldn’t possibly be anything wrong with good health, but money and fame have been known to cause some problems. Continue reading