creative movement

Nią glances at the clock and wrinkles her nose.
Almost 11:00 a.m.
“What about this — moonlighting?”

“I think it’s marrrrrr-vel-us! Feels like a spreading of wings!” Tal floats her arms up to shoulder height and wiggles her fingers. “Fifty-word-fiction is fuuuuh-n!”

“Well… I feel… diversified… and invigorated. Muses, and — Born Free Newsletter, and… Book, and…” Cal reaches out and scratches Henny’s nose. “This morning… we felt tugged to write a poem about Hen. Following the energy… to quote someone we know and love… is FUUUUUH-N!”

“What do you think?” Tal places a hand on Nia’s knee.

“I think — you and Cal make a strong case — to continue.”

“Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?”
~ Leslye Walton
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

Called
(Fifties by the Fire — Anybody can play!)

Drops tap at Greta’s window.
Insistent.
Persistent.
Far too close to use the word distant.

“I hear you. Enough already!”

“But… We want you to come out and play with us!”

Feeling wanted is a very, very hard feeling to ignore.

Slicker, boots, umbrella, leash.

“C’mon four-leg. We are wanted.”