Friday Fictioneers–23 August 2013

Copyright-- Claire Fuller
Copyright– Claire Fuller

Last Rites

The diagnosis came, “It’s terminal,” the doctor said. The words hit hard, but deep inside, we knew. We had watched her fade after multiple surgeries to remove diseased parts. Braces could no longer support her weakened limbs; the loss of balance and stability, the decrease in body mass–a harbinger of things to come. The once-strong arms couldn’t provide the shelter and security of their younger days. Her presence had become a liability.  Who knew when she might fall? Then what would we do? It was decided, she would spend her final days at the Laguna Beach Sawdust Art Festival. 

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Feel free to cut
Feel free to cut

Bunny Time

Feeding the birds, turned to go back in the house--only to find the door being guarded.
Feeding the birds, turned to go back in the house–only to find the door being guarded.
I walked to the patio adjacent to the door, bunny seemed unfazed.
I walked to the patio adjacent to the door, bunny seemed unfazed.
Just munching along...
Just munching along…
Did you say something?
Did you say something?
Is this my good side?
Is this my good side?
I'll be on my way...
I’ll be on my way…
...just one more nibble
…just one more nibble

I was glad to have my iPhone 4s in my pocket. One never knows when  a bunny might show up. Hubby said he saw a smaller one in the yard when he wheeled the trash to the curb. I’ll be on the lookout!