It was true. She was still here.
There was a small woman seated on the ground. Her shoulders slumped, and her head was bowed. Her hair hung limply in her face. She rocked slowly back and forth. She was a thin shadow of the robust beauty she once was. The grass where she sat was wet from the early morning dew. If she noticed, she gave no indication. She hummed softly as she rocked. She had one outstretched hand placed gently on the mound of bare earth in front of her. I tried to place the tune she hummed but couldn’t. A lullaby perhaps.
Her rocking stopped as I came closer, so did her humming.
The air was still and heavy around me and a chill ran through me as she turned. This was a face almost unrecognizable. Her once sparkling blue eyes had turned a dull grey. They were the color of today’s gloomy sky. Replacing the vibrant woman of my childhood was now something else.
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I have the world’s coolest dog. If this picture doesn’t convince you,
Then you need to know a little more about Rocket and his daily duties and activities.
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I’ve written about my little dog, Rocket, several times here. He is pretty much my constant companion and a never ending source of inspiration.
I decided I needed a proper work area for my writing. Figuring that I would be more productive. So I came up with this:
It’s working out pretty well. It gets me away from the TV and it’s much better on my back than sitting hunched over the keyboard in my lap, or sitting up in bed. Although I am still looking for a better chair.
Usually, while I’m writing, Rocket is right there beside me, snuggled up against my side. He asks only for the occasional scratch or a tummy rub and a few words of adoration. That’s very little in payment, considering the muse that he has become.
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