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I haven’t taken a step outdoors in months. What if the virus is just floating in the air around my home? The plants are growing in my walkway, a walkway that hasn’t been used. The sun is shining, I should be outdoors. Is it safer in the sun or in the shade? Does sun kill the virus or does the lower temperatures? Is it here on the railing, where the postman placed his hand as he delivered my letters yesterday? Although I stand here, door open, sun shining, I cannot get myself to step onto the stoop. I’m too scared. (100 words)
Morning Amazing Musers! I know it has been a crazy time, and an even crazier week, so here is an image to take your minds off things. I look forward to seeing the directions you all take! http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
When waves of dread wash over you and the salt burns your lungs and eyes the flame of hope stays brightly lit We can hear your victory cries.
Thanks to Di from pensitivity101 for helping to keep #writephoto up and running. Peace to her and to Sue! Enjoy and write on! :
She walked quickly, the leaves noisy under her sneakers. The trail was turning up ahead and she didn’t understand why this part of the path looked so unfamiliar. Where were the other runners? She started to feel some unease. Was someone following her? Was someone watching her from behind the autumn trees. Her pace was quickening in conjunction with her heart rate. She tried to convince herself that she was causing the anxiety, that her mind was doing all the manipulating. But the feeling was too real. She glanced down at her phone. No service. What now? She no longer felt safe, she felt very afraid. Her slow jog turned into run when her mind started thinking about the serial killers who did these things on purpose.
Before the moon drops to reveal a new day, the raven sits and waits to see if death will be coming to call. This lonely raven caws softly, hoping to fly soon, as the sky starts to brighten. Tonight is a good night, the raven continues to sit, death is nowhere near; a quiet night is a fine-spun night of peace.
Brad was so proud of himself. He had worked for the past two weekends, up and down ladders, installing posts and brackets, to make a new ropes course in the backyard. The great thing about it, he had thought, was that with people being on the ropes course, squirrels would stay out of the yard and away from Marj’s bird feeders. He led Marj out to see the new course; he had a wide grin on his face. Brad looked over at Marj and his smile disappeared. Maybe she didn’t like the ropes course at all?
Brad, What is with all the ropes in the backyard?
Well, you know how you said you wanted to feed the birds? I saw the other morning that there were squirrels hanging onto all of the feeders and there was barely any food left.
And so you thought you would give them a better walkway to the feeders?
Haha, Marj no! I figured if I set up a ropes course the squirrels would see that it is an area for humans, not for birds, and they wouldn’t bother.
Brad, don’t you think they can tell when there are no humans on the ropes course?
Well, yeah I guess so.
So, don’t you think they would use your ropes course as an easy way to get to my birdfeeders when no “humans” are out there?
Well, then maybe it wasn’t the best plan but it is an awesome ropes course!