Thursday, December 10, 2009


After only a few minutes
all the trees began to
look very much alike.
He knew he must be lost.
The minutes turned to hours.
Light to dark.
His thoughts turned to loved ones.
How would they find him?
Suddenly, a voice called to him –

“Hey, buddy, pick a Christmas tree. We’re closing.”

This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.

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Happy Birthday, Galen.

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Sunday, December 6, 2009

No Rose Bowl

It was a classic battle.
Back and forth.
Toe to toe.
A true heavyweight fight.
No one deserved to lose,
but in the end
it wouldn't be Roses for beloved Beavers.

This is a Sunday 160.
Take the 160 Challenge if you dare.

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