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Talespinning by Susan Gibb is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at susangibb.net.
Monthly Archives: September 2011
271/365 – THE BLACK BEAR
Word Count: 346 The lady next door has made friends with a black bear. It came through our backyards one spring day and she started to feed it. Now it eats from her hand. Every summer I’ve watched her sitting … Continue reading
270/365 – WHAT I DO AT HOME WHEN THEY’RE GONE
Word Count: 264 John is the first one to leave in the morning, with a promise to call about what time he’ll be home from the office. Darla hugs and kisses me goodbye; Jeff is too old for that now … Continue reading
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269/365 – WAITING
Word Count: 301 I sit in the dark in the marshmallow corner of the living room couch because the light would distract me and I don’t want to miss his call. I’ve shut off the movie I was watching, afraid … Continue reading
268/365 – ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TREES
Word Count: 316 The man on the other side of the trees is building something I know. There’s the clank-clank of the ladder, the humming buzz of the saw. I smell wood freshly cut. It’s hot in these last days … Continue reading
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267/365 – MAY AND DECEMBER
Word Count: 263 You look at me differently though you say no, that’s not true. And I don’t have the courage to push it. Ten years between twenty and thirty is nothing. I was a woman compared to the girls … Continue reading
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266/365 – JEAN IN ALL HER DISGUISES
Word Count: 361 She comes to me as a hummingbird, zooming by, hovering when I sit outside with my cold cup of coffee hunched over my thoughts. She is the spirit of Jean, my best friend. “Yes,” I tell her, … Continue reading
265/365 – CYCLES OF THE SUN
Word Count: 242 I can’t help it. That song from the sixties runs through my head. Skeeter Davis. Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don’t they know, it’s the end of the … Continue reading
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264/365 – SHRINKAGE
Word Count: 394 I didn’t notice that my right foot was shrinking until my shoe fell off when I got out of the car. Once I realized that something was going on, I became more aware of it. Like when … Continue reading
263/365 – FRIENDS
Word Count: 716 Toby’s best friend was a frog named Jimmy though he didn’t tell the kids at school that Jimmy was a frog. He told them that Jimmy was two years older and lived next door and went to … Continue reading
262/365 – THE VISITORS
Word Count: 548 She thought it was the bright bright full moon and a chorus of tree frogs that chirped in the pre-morning dark. She looked up and behind her, over the roof of the house and saw that it … Continue reading