“Sup?” Thalia asked. Nia looked at Cal for translation. Cal shrugged. “Are you asking us, ‘What’s up?’” said Nia. “No silly!” Thalia made a rowing motion with her arms. “I’m asking who wants to get out on the Stand Up Paddleboard. Wasn’t it thoughtful of a reader to send along an…
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Crumbs fell from Thalia’s toast as she exited the kitchen through the sliding glass door. The Muse of Wit took a seat on a patio chair. She swiveled to…
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Water whooshed through the percolator and saturated a filter full of Peruvian grounds. “Fire!” Thalia yelled. She held a sketch pencil in one hand and a…
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Calliope turned up the volume. Mission Impossible’s theme music wound itself around the muses. “I CANNOT believe I’m going to say this,” Urania’s…
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Calliope rubbed her thumb over pinhead-sized wound on her index finger. “We sure got a lot of weeding done yesterday!” “Did you say procrastinating…
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Calliope crossed the boards with the fluidity of a melting ice cube. She crouched and soundlessly slid her camera between the deck chair’s seat and arm…
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Thalia pulled the lonely frock from its hanger and laid it on the bed. Its lace appliqué — a passion fueled purchase from a clearance rack — had only…
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Words from Typist: A friend is coming to spend the night. I get to share a few of my favorite things and… maybe a new thing or two. All (except Thalia…
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