https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/15/fowc-with-fandango-colony/

A colony of humans stamp around the grass, as if they own the very trees around them. A low rumble, getting closer and closer. I hold my family into a tight knit of comfort. My baby, vulnerable. My partner already lost. Still their machines trundle forward, taking down each tree, like they were made ofContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/15/fowc-with-fandango-colony/”

Sink or Swim

This week’s throwback Thursday post from https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/author/lssattitudeofgratitude/ is about learning to swim. When I was about five, I got pushed in the swimming pool by two boys. I couldn’t swim. Luckily, I was pulled out of the pool, but learning to swim frightened me after that. I didn’t like swallowing the water, or not beingContinue reading “Sink or Swim”

Pristine

The word from https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/author/cyranny/ is pristine. Pushing the hoover across her carpet, Masie felt like Filch in the last film of Harry Potter. No matter the amount of cleaning would get rid the aroma of her Rottweiler Trevor. It would never be pristine. Normally it didn’t matter to her. Young children made a mess, itContinue reading “Pristine”

Lucky Seven . . .

Five people had already died trying to find that cursed bag, that’s what the thugs at my door told me. They appeared, or rather, slammed past my door with their size eleven boots. I was just eating my dinner, or rather trying to. ”I don’t know what bag you’re on about,’ I said, digging aContinue reading “Lucky Seven . . .”