Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
The world of these little things is fraught with peril.
An excellent post!Second only to 'Tree Swallows'.I'm very much enjoying your interpreter stories, although I'm now rationing myself to one a day to make them last. You need to get busy!
Susannah, It is indeed, based on the gastropod carnage I see on the sidewalk every morning.Thanks, Lynda. I'll have to write more of them, although I'm running low on inspirational occurrences. I have finished a full-length (whatever that means) interpreter novel, but so far no one wants to publish it, even though it's a masterpiece.
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