Several feet away, across the creek, an otter chattered at a turtle. The furry arms gestured in a conversing manner. The turtle tilt his head to the side, as if intently understanding the other.
“Is that turtle over there listening to the otter?”
Peter shrugged and stopped to watch along with me. “I would assume so, that’s what one does when spoken to.”
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Well, of course it's back. It's Sunday and Six Sentence Sunday happens on this day every week. (Come on, let me have my drama moment!)
Okay, okay. Any-who...this week I thought I'd do a few sentences from my latest free read, To the Meadow's Edge. It's sort of an adult fairy tale.
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