Tag: six sentence story

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!

poetry

I Saw This Cat

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
yawning cat
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I Saw This Cat

Going over hills
softly pressing forward
not to disturb
but to observe

Creeping ever so easily
was this cat
not the kind
who licks tuna
from a silver dish

Striped in majestic tones
a king of the jungle
opening his mouth
showing large shiny teeth
and yawning

Gasping to myself
swallowing my spit
softly padding to the bridge
I ease my way out

I am just six years old
and the jungle
is the back yard
of the military base
where I am safely tucked away

No matter what one might think
going gently into the unknown
is truly the wisest thing
when there are feral cats
prowling in the light of day

Today I am combining my prompt:Gentle Speaking and the one from:
Six Sentence Story

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

non-fiction

Barred Owl Facts

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash Barred Owls
Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash

Barred Owls have a rich baritone sound, often heard in southern swamps, calling to each other in the pleasant noises of friendship.

Nightly, hunting and calling is most frequent, but these owls may also be around during the day, especially at dawn and dusk when food may be more likely found.

The Great Horned Owl, being a larger owl and a bit more aggressive, their territory may encourage the Barred Owl’s movement away from open wooded areas.
Mice and small creatures, including squirrels, rabbits, opossums, shrews are fair game to owls; And just in case you didn’t know, they also may eat birds, frogs, salamanders, snakes, lizards, some insects and crayfish, crabs, and fish.

Nesting is established with both male and female, a duet of sorts, sometimes in old nests left by other creatures and perhaps alternating nests with some hawks. Mother owls stay in the nest with the eggs and the male takes care of the female and the young start flight at about 6 weeks old.

Source: Audubon.org

There you have it! That is my Six Sentence Story. Want to going? Go to: 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.

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