Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond (birdhousefrog) wrote,
Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond

Friday Morning

Yes, today we SHALL write. Lessee, as procrastination tools we have the satellite dude who is supposed to show up who knows when and the gym and possibly lunch with E at school. But we also have rain, delicious rain, that isn't a cold, cold rain. It's supposed to be nice and 70 tomorrow. Good grief.

So off I go to get E to school and then to focus on the mice and fairies...


She lay on the edge of her bower, head supported on one hand while she trailed the other in the stream, watching the water split and flow around her fingers. For the first time in her young life, she was bored. She had done it all. There was nothing new to be found in her boring world.

Several fairies came and left offerings of flowers and food, but she turned away from all of it. The flowers faded, crickets and grasshoppers ate the food left for her. For weeks she lay there, refusing company, refusing sustenance.
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