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Once upon a time
a storm moved through here
and made this place it’s own.
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Did it use lava or ice or snow
did it race through or walk through
these now ruined hills
did it take away it’s victim’s bones
to feast upon later?
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Could it have been held back,
could it have been fought off?
The scars it left behind
spell
I wish.
RDP Friday: AVALANCHE
If I want to set the temperature for a story on my blog
I use these pictures
because
they give
me
the chills.
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RDP Thursday – TEMPERATURE
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Last year I took my dog to the vets and the Vet and her staff were great.
Hamish adored his Vet- he didn’t even stress at his examination and didn’t care when she gave him his shots- he was just super happy to get those cookies that the Vet liked to give to her patients after giving them their shots.
Once I tried to explain Hamish spends some of his days fending off his 16 year old Cat brothers who stick him with their claws at least once a week and because they are old sometimes they cat pull their claws back out and I have to unhook them from each other.
I told her I don’t think a quick jab is stressing Hamish out at all but he likes cookies and she likes to give them to him so I dropped it.
Then she asked me, ” So, is Hamish a Daddy yet?”
I was stunned.
” He’s only three years old. ” I said in absolute shock. I fought the urge back to reach down and cover Hamish’s ears for fear of what she would ask next.
She looked at me in my leather jacket and ripped up jeans and somewhat fearsome makeup job and to her credit she didn’t do that fake cough you fall back on when you don’t want to laugh.
We chit chatted about dog foods and Hamish’s follow up appointments and that was that.
It took me awhile- like maybe an hour or ten to realize what I had said and then I realized:
I am one of THOSE dog owners who forgets her dog is a dog and not a human child in a fur jacket.
I don’t know when that mindset took hold of me or when it happened.
I could speculate the why of it all but on the other hand- I don’t think that is such a bad thing. I kind like this quirky person that I’ve become since Hamish came into my life as a 11 week old puppy.
I know this much, nobody seems to mind.
Especially Hamish.
Photo of Hamish Macbeth
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RDP Monday: SPECULATE
I am reading a collection of ghost stories by Henry James.
So far everyone has dropped dead after being confronted by ghosts.
Good thing that doesn’t happen in real life
or
I would have died
a long time ago.
Seriously though.
My favorite story in this collection is called ” The Last Of Valerii ”
This story is about a woman named Martha who marries a Count and moves to Italy where she takes up excavating the grounds of her new home- a somewhat neglected Villa for antiquities.
After a short spell, Martha excavators disinter a statue of Juno that enchants her husband.
In one my favorite and the most horrifying part of the story, Martha’s husband takes the statues severed hand ( though I imagined the statue visited him and gave it to him herself- which is creepy visual because what did that involve? ) from the excavation sight.
At the end of the story you are lead to believe that the spell is finally broken but the Count keeps the hand- and treasures it and proudly shows it to the curious.
There are no ghosts in this story exactly, but the Count is haunted so completely that you would think an entire cemetery full of ghost are on his heels.
I’m sure everyone who reads this story will have their own takeaway of the ending- but that is what makes a story about ghosts truly haunting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDSAOBaEIxE