“Not all fairy tales begin with ‘Once upon a time…’ Some begin with a clap of thunder–BOOM!–or the satisfying crunch of bicycle tires on gravel.
This fairy tale begins with a whisper. The softest of whispers that only the largest of ears could have heard, and Luke had very large ears.
‘Pssst,’ Luke heard.
He looked behind him. He looked in front of him. But he was alone.
‘Why are you looking around? I’m down here!’
Luke looked at the ground, but all he saw was a tiny beetle, and he knew beetles couldn’t talk. He looked around again.
‘Down here!’ the voice insisted.
Luke leaned down until his nose was almost touching the beetle, whose mouth did indeed move as it said, ‘That’s better.'”
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
1. the appearance of Delta … awesome …
2. Paco is amazing, I would love to read more of this story …. the opening is amazing!
Looks like the dogs are going to do the masthead for me. I guess they can’t be outdone by all the dogs and cats who’re writing my blog now. 😉
Paco says, “Thank you!!”