August 10, 2008
Artist Eric M. Bahle August 10, 2008
Takezo smiled up at the bird. The little thrush had not flown away as the warriors formed up at dawn. It watched from its branch, calm and unconcerned. When the grey dawn began to lighten, the thrush began to sing, unbothered by the armored men in the clearing. As [...]
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August 9, 2008
(writing exercise for our writing group using the word “artist” as a seed)
The Detective slid the manila folder across the worn steel table to Cassidy. Cassidy shifted in his chair and looked down at the folder.
“Don’t you want to see the results of your handiwork,” asked the Detective.
Cassidy looked up from the folder and met [...]
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