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nature, short story

Gulf Fritillary Facts

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
gulf fritillary butterfly perching on flower
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Common to the southern part of the United States, onward through Mexico, Central America, the West Indies on to South America as well as Florida this butterfly-known as the Gulf Fritillary-moves to the north in the spring and breeds in the southeast. Florida gets large numbers throughout every county of the state.

As an adult, the Gulf fritillary is medium in size, with the female being the largest, and has a wingspan of 65-95 mm. What you will see are bright orange wings with black marking, females are a little darker and have more markings.

Each year brings multiple generations of the Gulf frittilary and they are always in Florida. Small yellow eggs are found on or near various passionflowers, larvae have a voracious appetite for the host vines.

Source: Gulf fritillary facts

This weeks prompt for Six Sentence Story was “Gulf.” To join in on the fun go to: Girlie on the Edge

Short Fiction, short story

Angling

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

angler Original Ink by Lisa Tomey

Angling

He found a place on the sandy shore, checking his basket with optimism. Easing his way into the easy tide, steady on his feet, all the while angling for the best spot. The clouds were overwhelming, speaking through was a sharp angle of the sun. Tapping his shoulder with the rays, the sun beam warmed his shoulder as he continued to work his way into the sea. Feeling the sand flea pulling his line, dancing – if you will – he found confidence settle in his gut. Once the dance turned to a waltz it was time to play the line.

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There you go! That was my six-sentence story. Go check out Girlie on the Edge to join in!

Short Fiction, short story

The Non-Essential Salesman Gets Sold

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
photo of bulldog with roses
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The Non-Essential Salesman Gets Sold

It was not long before Horace started exhibiting marked changes in his personality, mostly exhibiting sadness, just about two weeks into being closed in his house.

His wife, Charlotte, was at her wit’s end trying to keep her mind as Horace followed her around all day long.

It was all because Horace identified as a salesman in a non-essential business, and he was lost as to what to do with his time.

Never having hobbies outside of his bowling league on Sunday nights, no way to do that with all the restrictions, he would pace the floor and consume mass quantities of any foods within his reach.

Charlotte was quick not to mention how he should have had a hobby or that he might want to read a book or watch TV, neither of which he could settle down to do, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, he was a good man.

Then it happened that on the news there were stray dogs featured who needed good homes and Horace’s eyes lit up and he realized that he could provide a home for a doggy and called the number on the screen; Charlotte smiled to herself as she had set it up that he would see the program and she felt like she may have won the sales award for 2020.

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There you have it! This is this weeks response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt of “Identity” Want to join in? You can click here: Girlie on the Edge

Short Fiction, short story

Safety First, Honey Second

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
bumble bee on yellow daisy
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Engaging in the latest news, Terri was tired of all the drama, while at the same time she knew safety needed to be first and foremost. COVID-19 was not a virus to play around with and the whole state asked people to stay home.

Terri placed her less than clean feet in her slippers, gathering up the trash-which was overflowing-and carried it to the dumpster. Neighbors were out in the complex, talking up with one another, interacting with their neighbor’s children and dogs all while heading to the common grilling station.

Just then a storm of pollen blew as the wind picked up and Terri hurried back inside. Showering quickly due to the pollen, Terri made toast with honey, a cup of tea, grabbed her remote, and settled on the couch for what would be the safest plan for who knew how long.

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week. A little late, but I am here.

Would you like to read and perhaps join us? Go to Girlie on the Edge and enjoy!

Short Fiction, short story

The Question

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
sky earth galaxy universe
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Squirming restlessly in his seat, he knew he was in trouble with the lesson for this day.

Questioning every one of the questions on the board, he struggled with analyzing what the teacher wanted to know.

Calling his name, the time had come to go to the board and answer the third question: Who is the first lady? As he struggled with the right answer, someone was whispering from the sidelines, distracting him, but trying to be helpful.

Grasping the chalk tightly in his sweat saturated hand, he tapped on the board with the chalk before writing, “Eve.”

Schoolmates let out giggles and the teacher even had a slight smile on her usual stern face before she said, I mean of this country.

“Heck,” he said, “I oughta get extra credit ‘cause I’s thinkin’ of the whole world!”

The whole class then burst out in laughter and the teacher had to agree that on this day, there was no questioning that the world could use another Eve.

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There you have it with this weeks 6 Sentence Story.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below .
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORD:  QUESTION

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