I'd forgotten about the radio announcements. Thank you for bringing that back! You also brought back Hurricane Gloria, when I lived on Bergen Street, way back when. We were so ready! I remember walking the streets in the pouring rain, hoping for a total destruction that never arrived. Also, I love that son, so righteous in his response. Thanks for posting my attempt at your micro. Super fun! No shoveling that snow!
All of that is the perfect micro-fiction: “I'll be out there. I have a few years before the collapse into a snow drift. (I thought.) <-possible microfiction. Haha (I think.)”
Yeehaw! Join the snow globe. All you newbies, inexperienced, snow loving— 2”— how beautiful— it’s a novelty—accumulations be damned until—WTF.
You had me at Little House, Michael Landon was a master at making his audience cry. Pass the Kleenex up this way, the Nor’easter is totally missing us—or maybe not? Already have 3’ in the yard, but could always use more ‘freshies’. Ah, the vivid memories of waiting in bed in the morning darkness for mom to walk in to tell me school is closed due to too much snow—or listening to WTLB 1310 AM. ( boy that number just came out of nowhere!) Too much was and never will be—part of my vocabulary. Watch your body posture when shoveling, remember—don’t overdue, maximum pain impact hits at 48 hrs later. Oh, and don’t forget to hydrate. Love your blizzard story!
And sometimes it's a recipe for disaster! I've found I can chisel and sand and plane a piece until what I started with is unrecognizable and brings its carpenter to tears.
I loved your micro fiction. Please do another somewhere in your stretch of seventy-five.
And may I argue? I actually like “only” better than the em dash because it implies a bit more guilt, and maybe even hyperbole? At least when the exclamation comes first. The reaction either coming right after…or maybe even reflecting back from a distant future. Then it really reeks of guilt. Like, ohhhhh…what happened to that little boy when he grew up and how did that hit live on in his own life and actions?
The em dash does make it slightly combative. The intention out of the gate long ago was more guilty, reflective which the only may serve better. Need to sleep on this urgently.
Ok, now you’ve done it. Totally brain wormed me. Like the line “I didn’t ask for the anal probe” in Passion Fish, unable to stop repeating the sentence in my head, each time with emphasis on a different word. What’s wrong with me?
Way to go in the snow! But while you're all piling on the wool and thermals, here in SW France we are ripping them off and partying in shorts—well almost... 21c and a big ol' sun shining down is forecast for this coming week... yup, after weeks of rain, floods, landslides, road closures, you name it... If it's wet, drowned, washed away we've had it, and every tragic minute was announced on good old fashioned Totem Radio!
We get your news too so I'll be listening for an NYC white out!
I'd forgotten about the radio announcements. Thank you for bringing that back! You also brought back Hurricane Gloria, when I lived on Bergen Street, way back when. We were so ready! I remember walking the streets in the pouring rain, hoping for a total destruction that never arrived. Also, I love that son, so righteous in his response. Thanks for posting my attempt at your micro. Super fun! No shoveling that snow!
"Total destruction."
A fellow traveler.
I'll be out there. I have a few years before the collapse into a snow drift. (I thought.) <-possible microfiction. Haha (I think.)
All of that is the perfect micro-fiction: “I'll be out there. I have a few years before the collapse into a snow drift. (I thought.) <-possible microfiction. Haha (I think.)”
Yeehaw! Join the snow globe. All you newbies, inexperienced, snow loving— 2”— how beautiful— it’s a novelty—accumulations be damned until—WTF.
You had me at Little House, Michael Landon was a master at making his audience cry. Pass the Kleenex up this way, the Nor’easter is totally missing us—or maybe not? Already have 3’ in the yard, but could always use more ‘freshies’. Ah, the vivid memories of waiting in bed in the morning darkness for mom to walk in to tell me school is closed due to too much snow—or listening to WTLB 1310 AM. ( boy that number just came out of nowhere!) Too much was and never will be—part of my vocabulary. Watch your body posture when shoveling, remember—don’t overdue, maximum pain impact hits at 48 hrs later. Oh, and don’t forget to hydrate. Love your blizzard story!
WHWH came out of my toes, too. I had to go look it up to be sure. School closures were always AM for some reason.
Sometimes, the weighing of each word, is such a joy!
And sometimes it's a recipe for disaster! I've found I can chisel and sand and plane a piece until what I started with is unrecognizable and brings its carpenter to tears.
Masterful these micro fictions -- and looking forward to what you next, as it snows!
I loved your micro fiction. Please do another somewhere in your stretch of seventy-five.
And may I argue? I actually like “only” better than the em dash because it implies a bit more guilt, and maybe even hyperbole? At least when the exclamation comes first. The reaction either coming right after…or maybe even reflecting back from a distant future. Then it really reeks of guilt. Like, ohhhhh…what happened to that little boy when he grew up and how did that hit live on in his own life and actions?
Interesting.
The em dash does make it slightly combative. The intention out of the gate long ago was more guilty, reflective which the only may serve better. Need to sleep on this urgently.
And this is why you are a co-author. 😊
Please send my royalties to Chloe’s aviary rescue center.
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Ok, now you’ve done it. Totally brain wormed me. Like the line “I didn’t ask for the anal probe” in Passion Fish, unable to stop repeating the sentence in my head, each time with emphasis on a different word. What’s wrong with me?
Hahaha. That’s very funny.
Way to go in the snow! But while you're all piling on the wool and thermals, here in SW France we are ripping them off and partying in shorts—well almost... 21c and a big ol' sun shining down is forecast for this coming week... yup, after weeks of rain, floods, landslides, road closures, you name it... If it's wet, drowned, washed away we've had it, and every tragic minute was announced on good old fashioned Totem Radio!
We get your news too so I'll be listening for an NYC white out!