BATS...AT LEAST THEY ARE NOT RATS!

A small brown bat eats one thousand mosquitoes nightly.  Knowing this, I put an eighty-dollar house out to attract them to my yard.  Evidently, though the "Vacancy" sign was out in plain sight, one bat thought the digs weren't good enough and spent last night flying around my bedroom.  Imagine my joyful face here. 

THE PORCELAIN INDIAN BABY

The beautiful porcelain Indian baby doll sat high on a shelf in my office, away from the danger of childrens' hands, adored from a distance.  

One day I noticed she looked unhappy up there alone, not happy like I thought, until she was adopted by all my little granddaughters...all smiles and love here now!

THE DOVES

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When the doves coo their mournful mating calls in the early spring as black, beautiful, powerful storm clouds roll in, I remember my Gramma calling the doves rain birds, and a feeling of peace surrounds me when I close my eyes and listen with my heart.


The heavy impending storm makes their sounds three-dimensional.

55 FLASH FICTION FRIDAY

Damn!  I hit it!  I actually HIT the ball this time!  Okay, throw down the bat, don't hit the catcher, that's right, now run!  Run like the wind, man, because I think that ball is going to go over that wall!  I hope my mama is watching!  What?  I said WHAT?  Hey!  Drop that ball!