The Picnic
*If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
*If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
Hugh pressed the ‘check mail’ button again and the little closed envelop popped up, taunting him with its secrets.
I should have trusted my instincts.
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?
Sour pickles that make me pucker
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.
She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion.
Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers.
What lies beneath the painted mask?