Letting Life Lead
“Come be eaten. Your hue fools me not.”
“Let’s wager, Flycatcher,” Butterfly challenged. “If I make it to the yarrow you won’t catch me.”
Flycatcher puffed her crest and attacked. Butterfly could not fly straight with injured wings. She zigged, zagged, fluttered, and flittered. In the frenzy, Flycatcher didn’t see Hawk.
Moral: The winding path is always a worthy one.
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Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians. As well as the short story collection Time Wasters and (co-author of) The Suspenseful Collection. Columnist for The Conscious Talk Magazine.
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