Happy New Year! May 2017 be the best year you hoped for and may all your dreams come true. Big thanks to all my fence jumpers and guests who have taken a stroll through the pasture or stayed for a visit and conversation. Each of you helped make a challenging year, brighter.
In the meantime, smile. A new day is dawning.
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She danced with a daring I longed to possess.
She danced as if she owned the stage and everyone in attendance were there to see her.
She danced with freedom, born of innocence and unbridled joy.
She danced with abandonment as if no one watched; yet we were all spellbound.
She danced with grace and spunk; her message loud and clear – look out world here I come.
Written in response to Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction – This week’s word: Spunk 
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Written for Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction: Prompt – Forgotten
She sat on the blanket, opened the flask, and poured the chilled liquid into the glasses tittering on the grass between them. “Made them just the way you like them, up dirty, bruised with blue cheese olives.”
The breeze stirred and she could have sworn it brought the scent of Chanel.
She smiled as memories flooded her mind and lifted the glass high. “To my dearest friend, you have not been forgotten.”
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Five Sentence Fiction –This week’s word: BEDTIME
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.
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“Mommy! I need some water.”
“Jeremy, you had water fifteen minutes ago; go to sleep.”
“Mommy! I’m scared, there’s something under my bed.”
“There is nothing under your bed; go to sleep.”
She lifted the covers, “Just this once,” she said, slipping under the
covers and pulling him close; “Tomorrow you go bed like a big boy.”
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