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.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.