My Short Short for the Day

 “Raptorman, Raptorman.  Does whatever a Raptor can.”

Mary smiled at her son as he sang the song to the tune of Spiderman’s theme song.

“He steals the children.  To build a nest.  Never stops. To take a rest.”

Mary’s face scrunched up.

“Watch out for Raptorman.”

Mary turned to her 5 year old son.  “Honey, what was that song you were singing?”

“I dunno.”

“Well, who did you hear it from?”  Mary squatted down near the boy who continued to play with his tiny toy trucks on the linoleum floor.  “Was it someone at school?”

“No.”

“Oh, was it a kid from the neighborhood?”  Mary leaned in a bit.

“No.”

“Well, where did you hear it?”  Mary’s brow furrowed deeper.

“Oh, just somewhere by the bushes.”

“The bushes near the playground?”  Mary tensed.

“Yeah.”

“Was someone in the bushes?”  Mary struggled to keep her voice calm.

“Yeah.”

“Did you see who it was?”  Mary asked.

“Yeah.”

Mary took a calming breath.  “Do you know them?”

“Yeah.”

Mary was reaching for her cell phone.  “Who was it?”

“Raptorman.”

My Short Short for the Day

It was almost Christmas and she still had nothing for Grammy.  What do you get someone who has everything?  And what do you buy to really express how much that person means to you?  She had spent all last summer at the old cottage with her grandmother.  Just the two of them.  The cottage was small but cozy and just across the dirt road from the secluded, private beach.  The warm days were spent combing the sand for seashells and sand dollars, splashing in the cold ocean water, and climbing the rocks to search for hidden tide pools.  Every night they had a small bonfire on the beach and cooked up seafood they had gathered earlier from the mud flats.  Grammy told her stories about her childhood, growing up in Ireland.  Stories about her family traveling to the US on a ship that sailed for weeks.  About starting a new life in a new country and how it made her stronger.  About marrying and have children, raising those children as best she could after her husband died young.  About becoming a grandmother and being able to relax and enjoy spending time with all her precious grandchildren. 

It has to be the best gift ever!  Just any old thing won’t do.  But what?!  She was too old to get away with making some kind of craft, plus she wasn’t particularly good at crafts.  Grammy loved music, but she didn’t know how to sing or play music, so that wouldn’t work.  Grammy loved to read, maybe she could write a story.  Well, probably not, she wasn’t very good at writing.  Or maybe she could make some sort of scrap book or collage with pictures.  No, that wouldn’t work.  She didn’t have the money for the supplies nor the creativity to create either.

Slowly she trudged to her Grandmother’s house.  She inched her way up the steps, disappointed that she couldn’t come up with anything good enough as a gift for her Grandmother.  She rang the doorbell and waited with her head hung low and her shoulders slumped, her hands shoved in her jacket pockets and her foot kicking the clumps of snow at the edge of the doorway.

“Oh, Angie!  Come in dear!”  Grammy waved her in.  The air smelled of fresh baked gingerbread and cocoa.  Grammy’s smile lit up the room as she hung Angie’s coat on the rack.  She ushered her into the kitchen.

As Angie sat down, Grammy put a cup of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows floating on top and a plate of gingerbread cookies in front of her.  Grammy got a cup of hot tea and sat down across from her.

“What a wonderful surprise!” Grammy said.  “How are you dear?”

“Not good.”  Angie pouted and stared into her cocoa.  “You see.  I’ve spent the past week trying to come up with the best Christmas gift for you and…I couldn’t do it.”  Her voice trailed off.

“Now dear, don’t you know?  You’ve already given me the best Christmas gift ever.”  Grammy stretched her hand across the table and patted Angie’s hand.

“I have?”  Angie looked puzzled.

“Yes, dear.”  Grammy smiled.  “It’s you.”

Angie took a moment, then brightened, jumped up from her chair, raced over to her Grammy and gave her a big hug. 

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The darkness pervaded every inch of the room, seeping through the windows and doorway, oozing in through the cracks in the ceiling and gaps in the floorboards.  The air was silent and still, void of sound except the single heartbeat coming from the corner.

The train rattled across the icy tracks, thunking along.  The swaying of the cabin did nothing to still the thudding heart.  Maybe it wouldn’t notice, maybe it would keep going, past this small, insignificant compartment.  The heartbeat thumped.  Please, oh please keep going.  Don’t stop here.  Please don’t stop.

The silence was broken by a soft swish of a socked foot sliding across a smooth floor.  Swish.  Silence.  Swish.  Silence.

The heartbeat thumped faster.  Shhh!  Stay calm.  Stay quiet.  Stay hidden. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Swish.  Silence.  The sound came closer.  Swish.  Silence.  It was nearly to the small, insignificant compartment.  Swish.  Silence.  It was here.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.  Hold your breath.  Don’t make a sound.

Silence.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.  Stay quiet.  Stay hidden.  Shhhh.

Silence.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.  Why won’t it go.  I can’t hold still for much longer.  Go away.

Silence.  Swish.  It moved away, inching down the hall.  Swish.  Silence.

Thump thump thump thump.  It’s going.  Stay calm.  Stay still.  Wait.

Swish.  Silence.  It was getting faint now.  Swish.  Silence.

Thump thump thump.  Ok.  Breathe.  Quietly.  Slowly. 

Silence.

Thump thump.  Carefully, get up.  Move.  Softly.

Silence.

Thump.  Now’s my chance.  Slide open the door and run for connector.  There is an emergency exit there.  Jump.  You’ll have to jump.

Silence.

Go!  Now!  The door slid open.  The heartbeat stayed normal.  Quickly, down the hall.  The clank of the door opening and closing.  Too loud.

Swish.

Oh, no!  It’s coming.  Hurry!  The handle, it’s stuck.  I can’t…

Swish. Silence. Swish. Silence.

It’s moving fast.  Hurry!  Phhshh.  Jump!  Jump!  Now!

Swish. Silence.

White snow swirled around silently, softly burying the heartbeat.  Muffling it, disguising it.  Hidden beneath the cold.

My Short Short for the Day

 Chip the squirrel raced down the tree, around the yard, up the fence, gathered himself…this was his time to shine!  He made a monumental leap across the gap to the wire, traversed the wire, scurried down the pole onto the sidewalk, weaving and dodging pedestrians strolling along and finally scampered back up the tree again.  Panting, he turned to survey his course.  Excellent! He was finally ready for the Squirrel Tournament.

My Short Short for the Day

Moira grumbled as she hit the alarm knocking it to the floor.  With a huff she slammed the blankets back and pulled herself up.  She rubbed her eyes, put on her glasses and trudged to the bathroom.  Once she was somewhat refreshed, she slouched to the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal and crunched it mechanically while staring at the wall.  It tasted like sawdust.

The cell phone rang making her jump.  She instantly straightened up, replaced the distant grouchy look with one of alert seriousness and answered.  “This is Sanders.  Yes.  Be there in 5.”  Time to work.  She dropped the half full bowl in the sink, grabbed her gun holster and put it on, pulled her jacket on over it and grabbed her keys on the way out the door.  The car started quickly for once and she sped off to the crime scene.

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The smell of cookies filled the room.  Ellie, Sam, and Meg were eagerly preparing their workspace.  A piece of parchment paper, a bowl of frosting with a popsicle stick for spreading, tiny bowls of sprinkles, sparkles, and other toppings.  The oven dinged.  Mom put on her oven mitts and carefully opened the oven door.  The kids stood nearby with rosy cheeks and big smiles. 

After the cookies had cooled, Mom placed one in front of each kid.  “Ok, ready, set, go!”

The race was on.  Who would create the most amazing cookie ever!

Ellie and Sam were smearing a thick layer of frosting followed by a dash of sparkles, a pinch of sprinkles, a couple mini marshmallows, some rainbow-colored nerds, and a dusting of powdered sugar.  With a flourish, Ellie threw her hands up in the air and stepped away from her cookie.  Close behind, Sam set his popsicle stick down, gave his cookie a quick once over and then put his hands in the air.

Meanwhile, Meg had carefully spread a thin layer of green frosting over her cookie.  She made sure to keep the frosting on the cookie with none of it touching the edge.  She smoothed the frosting down so there were no ripples or bumps to be seen.  Then she picked up a mini marshmallow and picked a small piece off it and carefully placed it on the cookie.  She repeated this gesture over and over until there was no more marshmallow.  She studied her cookie for a moment then picked up some blue sparkles and sprinkled them over the cookie.  After another moment of studying it, she smiled and put her hands in the air.

“Ok Bakers, place your cookies on the plate and we will get the judges reaction.”  Mom held the plate out to the kids and each one carefully placed their masterpiece on it.  Mom walked out into the living room where Grandpa was sitting in his favorite chair.  The leather was worn and faded but it suited Grandpa. 

“Now, it is time for the judging.  Bakers, please be seated.”  Carefully placed the plate of cookies on the tv tray in front of Grandpa.

“Well, let’s see here.  Hmm?”  Grandpa looked very serious as he studied each cookie.  “I’d say they all look quite interesting.  The tree is elegantly decorated on the first cookie.  The snowman is very tough looking on the second cookie.  And the heart on the third cookie is very lovely.  But I can’t decide based on looks alone.  Now, I must taste them.”

Grandpa took a big bite of the first cookie and made several “Mmms” and “Hmms”.  Then he took a big bite of the second cookie and made several “Umms” and “Ohhs”. And finally, he took a big bite of the third cookie and made several “Ahhs” and “Uhhuhs”.  The children watched excitedly as Grandpa carefully finished off each cookie, wiped his mouth clean and set the napkin on the crumb covered plate.  “Well, I have made my decision.” 

Grandpa sat up straight in his chair and looked fondly at each child who was beaming back at him.  “My decision is…I need more cookies to test before I can decide!”

“Grandpa!”  The children laughed and tackled him.

My Short Short for the Day

 “Looks like it’s gonna be another cold one.  Get bundled up before heading outside this morning.  We’re gonna be hitting a low of 0, so make sure you wear a hat and gloves and grab that scarf that’s been laying around.  You’ll need that, too!”

Jan clicked off the radio.  “Great.”  She grumbled as she pulled on her jacket and trudged outside.  The car had a glaze of frost over it.  No point in scraping the windshield, I’ll let it warm up a bit first.  She thought as she settled into the freezing seat and shut the door.  Click, click, vroom!  She pressed the gas pedal a couple more times to make sure it would idle, then climbed out, slammed the door, and raced back inside to the warmth.  “I’m so tired of this cold.”  She muttered pouring herself another cup of hot coffee.

“Are you tired of the cold?  Looking for an adventure?  Search no further!  Come join us in Kauai!  Beautiful beaches, warm sun and all the fun you desire!  Don’t wait for adventure to come to you, you should come for the adventure of a lifetime.  Kauai!”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be nice.”  Jan muttered rinsing out her cup and setting it on the rack.  She bundled herself into her thick coat, turning the collar up.  Then she pulled down her warm hat, wrapped her thick wool scarf around her neck and face, then sat down to tug on her boots.  Next the pulled on her gloves, grabbed her bag, and walked miserably out to her car.  After a several minutes of scraping her windows were clear and she got in her car.  Once she was buckled up, she carefully made her way down the driveway and onto the slippery street.  Her drive to work was slow and tense as everyone cautiously made their way through the snow and ice. 

Jan turned on her radio and the song was just ending.  “All Elvis, all day! So up next is ‘Blue Hawaii’” As the song began, Jan smiled and sang along with the words.  “The King may not be with us anymore, but he still lives on in our hearts.  Here’s another oldie but goodie!”  By the time Jan pulled into her parking spot at the office, she was in a much better mood.  Then she opened her door and was hit by a blast of cold in her face.  “Ugh!”

She slammed her door shut and hurried into the building.  She stomped the snow from her boots before walking into the lobby.  Her frown engulfed her mood completely.  She slugged her way to her desk, unbundled her layers of clothing and changed into her work shoes.  Then she settled at her desk with a hot cup of coffee.  She turned on her radio and turned it to the “Elvis station”.  As the King sang “Hawaiian Sunset”, Jan’s mind drifted to the add from earlier about Hawaii.  The next thing she knew, she had picked up the phone and dialed a number. 

“Brunswick Tour and Travel.  How may I help you?”  The woman asked.

“I would like to book a trip to Kauai, please.”  Jan smiled.

My Short Short for the Day

 His arrival was expected but he was running late.  The dark was settling down around the tiny house in the woods.  A stream of smoke wafted into the sky, leaving a white trail behind. 

Ma sat in her rocking chair knitting a blue and green scarf.  The chair creaked softly, and the knitting needles clicked as her fingers deftly looped and tugged the yarn into place.  The scarf would be warm for little Johnny and it was his favorite colors. 

Pa sat in his rocking chair moving slowly back and forth and smoking his pipe.  His eyes were half closed as he hummed quietly to himself.  From time to time he would poke at the fire to stir it up. 

Ellie sat on the rug near the hearth playing with her rag doll.  She talked to the doll, making up a fantastical story in which the doll was a princess and had to go fight an evil monster to save the kingdom. 

Johnny was sound asleep in his bed in the next room.  It had been a struggle to get him out of the barn earlier and wash him up for bed.  The calf was a few days old now, but Johnny insisted he had to be there to make sure it was safe.  A few cookies finally coaxed him into the tub.

Mary was sitting at the table with her book open, trying to read but her nerves wouldn’t let her.  She wanted to get up and pace across the worn floor but didn’t want to answer to Ma and Pa’s questions.  So she sat still staring at the pages but not seeing a word.

A firm rap on the door silenced the room.  All eyes turned towards the sound.  Pa set down his poker and took the pipe from his mouth.  He gently patted Mary’s shoulder as he walked past her to the door.  “Edward, good to see you.  Come in.”

Edward stepped into the room and Mary blushed as their eyes met.  His smile warmed her heart. She walked over to him, wanting to hug him but restraining herself.  “Hello.”  She said.

Edward bowed.  “Hello Mary.  I’m deeply sorry for making you wait.”  Then he looked from Pa, who had returned to his chair, to Ma and spoke again.  “I apologize for being so late.  The weather was not agreeable and caused a delay on the train.”  His eyes returned to Mary and he took her hands in his.  “I would have exited the train and run all the way here if I could have.”

Mary laughed at his foolish remark.  “Don’t be silly. You would have gotten lost in the dark.”  She looked at him for a moment more before leading him to a couple chairs Pa had set near the hearth.  They sat and talked by the warm fire, never letting go of each other’s hands.

My Short Short for the Day

 “Alright Stanford, start typing.”  Stanford’s fingers hovered above the keyboard, paused, waiting for inspiration to hit. 

“Honey, why don’t you take a break and have some tea with me.”  Wanda called out from the kitchen.

“No, I can’t, I have to write.”  Stanford called back.  He dropped his hands to his lap. 

“Suit yourself.”  Wanda set a cup of tea and a small plate of cookies on the desk before taking her tea into the living room.

“Ok, focus.”  Stanford sipped his tea.  “Mmm.  Not bad.”  Then he dipped a cookie in it before taking a bite.  “Well a short break won’t hurt.  In fact, maybe that’s just what I need to re-energize my brain.”  He took his tea and cookies into the living room.

About a half hour later, Stanford returned to his desk.  “Ok, Stanford, you’ve had a break, now it’s time to get serious.”  He stretched and flexed his fingers, sat up straight and tall, and placed his feet flat on the floor.  “Alright, let’s go.” 

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, paused, waiting for inspiration to hit.  Nothing.  He slouched.  His hands dropped to his lap.  He stared at the blank screen.  He was about to put his head down on the keyboard when he heard his wife coming towards him.

“How’s it going dear?”  Wanda called as she passed by into the kitchen.

Stanford typed furiously on the keyboard.  “Great!  It’s really moving along now.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful.  I guess all you needed was a little break.”  Wanda walked over and kissed Stanford on the head.  “Can I read it?”

“Oh, no, not yet.  I’m really in the flow of things.  Later, ok?”  Stanford hunched forward to block his screen.

“Ok, dear.”  Wanda patted his shoulder and left.

“Phew!”  Stanford looked at the barrage of random letters scattered across his screen.  He deleted it and then started typing whatever came into his mind.  At first, he trudged along but soon it turned into something more solid. 

“Dinner in a half hour, Stan.”  Wanda called from the kitchen.

“Ok.”  Stanford’s fingers were flying across the keyboard as the words poured out.  Finally, he hit the end of the page and stopped.  “Wow, Stanford, not bad.”  He stared admiringly at the words that filled up 3 pages.  “Not bad…well, hopefully not bad.” 

“Dinner!”  Wanda called.

“But we can wait until tomorrow to see if it’s bad or not.”  Stanford saved the pages and closed the laptop.  

My Short Short for the Day

 Little Elf flew as fast as she could.  The puffball on the top of her stocking cap flapping in the wind.  The stars twinkled a path to her house but already the darkness was beginning to fade and the light would soon dawn.  She was late!  How could she have overslept?  Why did her alarm pick today of all days to not go off?  What a mess!  She was a new elf and she was making a rookie mistake.  She had prided herself on always being punctual to every meeting, every training, every class.  And now, of all days, and of all times, did she blow it?  Ugh!  Fly faster!  She willed herself to move faster than ever.

The moon was slowly drifting down below the horizon and the sun was peeking.  She only had a few more minutes.  What would she do if she was late?  How would she explain to the poor child?  She couldn’t!  She wasn’t allowed to talk with the child.  Her new child!  Poor thing!  It was her first time meeting this child and she was going to be late!  How could this happen?!

Suddenly her house was within view!  Oh, I can make it!  It’s not much further.  She pushed herself to fly with all her heart.  She was almost there.  A light turned on upstairs.  Oh, no!  That must be the child’s room!  She had to hurry.  Almost there!  She zipped down the chimney, careful to not bump the soot covered walls and zoomed out into the living room.  Ahh!  Look at that beautiful tree!  She admired the tree for a moment until she heard a thump on the staircase.  Oh, right!  Where to sit?

Little Elf zigzagged around the room trying to find a comfortable spot to land.  She’d be stuck there all day, so it had to be a good spot.  She flitted around like a hummingbird until she found the perfect spot on top of the mantle next to some books and ceramic reindeer.  She settled in just as a giggle came from the bottom of the stairs.  She put on her biggest smile and froze. 

The giggly child came into the room and searched everywhere.  Little Elf enjoyed the enthusiasm as the child checked under every cushion and on top of every book.  She even checked the stockings near the tree before she turned toward the mantle.  She locked eyes with Little Elf and squealed.  “Momma!  Momma!  I found her!  She’s here!”

Little Elf wanted to hug the darling little girl but didn’t dare move.  Instead the smiled and let her heart warm.  She had made it, thank goodness!

My Short Short for the Day

“So…whatcha doin?”  Ally leaned over Buddy.  He was hunched forward with his head down.  He had been like that for hours and Ally wanted to know why.

“Wait a minute.  I’m almost done.”  Buddy’s body barely moved but Ally knew he was tinkering with something. 

She leaned further, then moved to peek around him, then huffed and stood back.  “Done yet?”

“Alllmmost…”  There was a little zap and then Buddy sat up beaming.  “Done!”

Ally looked at his hands and saw a small robot-like thing.  “What is it?”

“Ally, meet Ralph.”  Buddy held out his hands towards Ally. 

As she watched, the robot thing stuck its hand out towards her.  “Did that just move?”  Ally instinctively shook its little hand staring in fascination.  For once, she wasn’t bouncing around the room with a million questions and ideas.

“Ralph, this is Ally.”

Ralph bowed.  “Nice to meet you, Ally.”  Ralph’s voice was a little hesitant but sounded more like a cartoon character than a robot.

“Nice to meet you, too, Ralph.”  Ally couldn’t believe it.  A talking robot.  Her friend made a talking robot.  “How did you do it Buddy?”

“Well, it’s an idea I’ve been working on for a long time but last night, in my dreams, it came to me.  The missing piece finally came to me.  It’s so weird.  I was almost ready to give up but then, it was there.”  Buddy smiled down at Ralph.

“Like in the movies.”  Ally said.

“Yeah.  Something like that.”  Buddy gently set Ralph on the desk.  “Ok, Ralph, let’s see what you can do.”

Ralph smiled.  “I think you might be surprised.”

My Short Short for the Day

The waves crash down over my head and I start choking.  Water fills my nose and mouth, and I can’t breathe.  I sink like a stone, helpless.  My eyes fill with terror as my breath stops.  I reach for the surface and watch the light fade into darkness. 

Whump.  I hit the bottom.  I can still see some light above me.  I stretch up.  My lungs are burning and I realize I’ve been holding my breath.  I gave up but my body didn’t.  I move my body.  I touch dirt beneath my fingers.  I put my feet on the dirt and crouch.  There’s still time.

I shove off from the bottom and fix my gaze on the light above.  I kick my feet fast and hard, as if I have flippers on them.  I move my arms, pulling water away from my face as if I could move it aside and squeeze through to the top.  I stare and kick and pull.  My lungs are on fire but I deny them their job.  My legs are heavy with exertion but I ignore their suffering.  I must keep going.  I have to.

Fwoosh!  I burst up and out of the water, gasping, sputtering and smiling.  I choke and splutter as I doggie paddle to shore.  I claw my way onto the beach and collapse.  The water laps at my feet but I don’t care.  I have no strength to move.  I just let my lungs fill and release, fill and release, fill and release.

My Short Short for the Day

“So…what do ya wanna do today?”

“I dunno.  What do you wanna do?”

“I dunno.”

“Should we go somewhere?”

“Maybe.  Where do ya wanna go?”

“I dunno.  Where do you want to go?”

“I dunno.”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Maybe.  What do ya wanna watch?”

“I dunno.  What do you want to watch?”

“I dunno.”

“Wanna get something to eat?”

“Maybe.  What do ya wanna eat?”

“I dunno.  What do you want to eat?”

“I dunno.”

“Do you have the remote?”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re watching this then.”

“Yup.”

The door opened then slammed shut.

“Are you kidding me?!  Have you been sitting here all day?”

“I dunno.  Have we?”

“I dunno.”

My Short Short for the Day

The little gray puffball floated down through the stars, gently drifting past the winking lights.  It continued to float downwards through the inky darkness of space and further down towards light.  The air thickened, filled with white fluffs hovering in place.  The puffball floated down even further.  It passed through the white fluffs and smiled, then into the bright blueness of day.  It could feel the warmth of the sun tickling its cheeks and still it floated down.  The earth pulled it closer and closer.  The puffball, curious as ever, wondered what the ground would feel like.  It had never touched the earth.  The smells that filled the air were wonderful and strange.  Finally, with the gentlest of bounces, the puffball landed.  But wait, it didn’t hit the ground, that was still a few feet away.  It had landed on something brown and soft.  The puffball looked around but could only see the soft brown around it.  Where could it be?  Suddenly it was being lifted and carried away from the soft brown and gently dropped onto a new surface.  It was soft, too, but in a different way.  The puffball looked up and saw something looking back at it.  The being smiled and giggled.  The puffball smiled back and giggled, too.

The little girl couldn’t believe her luck!  A real, live puffball had landed on her.  Had chosen her to be its guardian!  She must tell mother.  But first, she wanted to play.  To laugh and have fun.  To show her little puffball all around the yard.  The puffball was amazed by the trees and river, the grass and flowers, the sweet scent of the summer breeze, the soft trickle of the cool water, but more than anything it wanted to touch the ground.  The soft brown soil.  The little girl saw the puffball look down and reach out towards the ground, as if trying to touch it.  The girl thought maybe it wasn’t happy and wanted to get away.  So, with sadness, the girl gently set the puffball on the dirt.  The puffball touched the soft soil and giggled.  It rolled around in the dirt and giggled.  It dug into the earth and giggled.  Oh, how wonderful the earth was.  It tasted the dirt…blech!  It spit the dirt out and looked up at the being.  The girl chuckled and said, “you aren’t supposed to eat the dirt.”  The puffball smiled.  There was so much to learn.  The girl held out her hand and the puffball climbed on.  She gently carried her new friend home.

My Short Short for the Day

The monkey swung up and over the branch, launched himself to the next tree, executed a triple flip and landed perfectly on the branch.

“Wow!  That is some serum!”  Bob’s eyes were fixed on the youngster as he sat perched on the branch.

“Yeah, but I can’t seem to stabilize it enough for the effects to last.”  Ann muttered tapping away at her computer.

The monkey suddenly yelped and flung himself at the tree trunk.  He scrabbled a bit but managed to get a grip on some bark.  He yelped again, then grabbed a branch and swung clumsily to the next branch and again until he reached the plank with bananas and other food sitting in the large plastic bowl.  He plunked down on the plank and chomped away.

“Oh, well, I’d say it lasts about 5 minutes or so.”  Bob turned to look at the computer screen.  “It’s still pretty amazing.”

“Yes, I just wish I could figure out where my mistake is.”  Ann continued to tap away at the keyboard.

“Well, I think it’s pretty cool.  The idea that animals might be able to have quirks someday.”  Bob walked to the glass and watched the monkey scratch himself and continue to eat his banana.  “Do you think they would pass it on to their offspring?”

“Yes, that’s the idea.  Once the quirk entwines itself with the animal’s DNA, then it would be permanent and as the DNA passes down to the offspring, so would the quirk.  We would have to continue to study what happens with the quirk and see how it affects the animal as well as the offspring, so it might be several years before the serum could be sold to others.  But the possibilities are amazing.”  Ann’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Yeah, that would be amazing.”  Bob smiled.  “Amazing.”

My Short Short for the Day

 The star light shimmered in her eyes and Ned had to look away.

“What’s wrong?”  Sadness tinged her voice.

“It’s…it’s nothing.  Really.”  Ned rose quickly pulling out his phone and swiping to silence the ring tone.  “That’s my dad.  I should go.”

“Ok.”  She held out her hand to him.  Her smile was so sweet and trusting.

Ned couldn’t help smiling back.  He pulled her to her feet and she tumbled into his arms.  As she hugged him, he closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment.  His guard dropped and he hugged her back.  Then his phone buzzed in his pocket.  She stepped away, still smiling.

“I’d better go.”  Ned took her hand as they strolled back to town.

The meadows were quiet and on a clear night, you could see oceans of stars, sparkling in the inky blackness of night.  It felt so strange and beautiful.  There was hope and wonder in those twinkling lights.  A reassurance that disappeared with the rising of the sun.  If only the night would last longer, or at least long enough.  Then maybe, just maybe…

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”  She smiled up at him.

“Yes, first thing.”  Ned squeezed her hand gently before letting go.  “I promise.”

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then ran inside.  She didn’t look back, never looked back.  She knew he would be waiting until she was safely inside.  She trusted him that much.  What did he ever do to deserve such trust?

She opened her window and waved down at him.

He smiled and waved back, then turned to head home.  What would it be like tonight?  Maybe he could sneak in the back and no one would notice.  That’s the best he could hope for, no one noticing him.

My Short Short for the Day

The speeder bike zoomed across the desert sands.  The rider shifting his weight this way and that to avoid dunes or rocks or the occasional cactus.  The heat was weighing down on him, but he didn’t care.  The freedom of the wide-open space beckoned him.  He revved the engine and the bike jolted forward, moving faster and faster.  He crested the dunes and zipped down the other side.  A small creature skittered out of the way.

In the distance a cave was looming in the towering cliffside.  The rider leaned forward, revved his engines and sped towards the cave.  At the last moment he swerved and spun around in a circle before stopping.  This was it, the location marked on the map.  His dad told him it was just some old prospector’s joke, but he knew there was something more to it.  There had to be. 

Three months ago, an old man had approached him on the street.  He didn’t know why the old man had picked him, but his mom thought it was because he looked kind. He had frowned at that.  He didn’t want to look kind, he wanted to look tough.  Anyway, the old man had given him a piece of paper and told him a riddle.  He said that if he could figure out the riddle, it would lead to a map that told of great treasure.  He had asked the old man why he did try to figure it out himself and he said that he was too old, his time had come and it was his duty to pass on the riddle to worthy heir.  Then the old man looked around suspiciously before slipping a paper into his hand and quickly disappearing into the nearby saloon.  He looked at the paper with the riddle and was about to throw it out, but for some reason he kept it.  Then he peeked into the saloon but couldn’t see the old man anywhere.

He told his parents about it at dinner that night and his dad said it was just some joke or something.  His mom smiled and said that maybe it was a treasure map.  You never know.  He decided to believe his mom and spent weeks working out the riddle.  He was almost ready to give up when it suddenly hit him.  The riddle led him to the saloon.  He went in just as it was opening and quickly found the map attached to the bottom of a chair in the far corner. 

“Old Jeb’s chair, that is.”  The barkeep said.

He nodded and hurried out.

It was several more weeks before he had deciphered the map and now, he was here.  The location of the treasure.  He parked his bike and grabbed several large rocks.  He threw them into the cave as far as he could and waited.  After several minutes there was still silence so he cautiously went in.  He had a flashlight and blaster ready.  He moved slowly, listening and looking.  You never know what might be lurking around.

After what seemed forever, he saw something flash nearby.  He shined the light towards it and stopped.  There were thousands of tiny twinkles of light in all different colors.  He didn’t know what they were, but they sparkled with such beauty as he’d never seen before.

My Short Short for the Day

“Who will win?  It’s a close race at this point.  The lead has changed so many times but there is a small group that is starting to pull away from the pack.  Who can sustain this pace?  Who can stay focused to the finish?  Come back after these messages for more coverage of the 10^th annual Pug Run!”

“Welcome back folks.  Some exciting developments.  Our leader, Mr. Floop Floop has decided to take a nap halfway around the track.  He has been passed by almost all the other racers at this point.  It looks like he’s not waking up any time soon.  Ok, back to the leaders.  Oh, no!  Scruwbull and Fang have moved to the edge of the track for a ‘restroom’ break.  So now the lead pack is down to 5; Chub Bob, Pork Chop, Squiggles, Mopey, and Snorty McSnortleson.  We’ll be right back for more exciting coverage of the 10^th annual Pug Run!”

“Thanks for rejoining us folks.  There have been some new developments.  Our current leader is Chub Bob with Pork Chop right behind him and Mopey in third.  Unfortunately, a few moments ago, Squiggles started chasing his tail, got dizzy and ran back towards the start line.  He is still running all the way into the crowd.  And we see Snorty McSnortleson has stopped to scratch his ear.  Appears to have quite an itch at that.  Our lead pack might be getting smaller but it’s still pulling further ahead of the rest of the pack.  Several of the other racers have stopped for some back scratches and belly rubs from the fans.  Stay tuned for more race updates after these messages from our sponsors.”

“Ok, we’re back.  The lead pack is entering the final stretch, about 50 yards left to go.  They are slowing down a bit, but not much chance of the others catching up since most of the pugs have lost interest and are sitting down on the track, taking a nap, or wandering off into the crowd.  Oh, look!  We have a fight between Pork Chop and Mopey.  It appears that Mopey nipped at Pork Chop for some reason and now the two are fighting only 20 yards from the finish.  Not to worry, though, the owners have made their way to the track and are separating the pugs.  And look folks!  We appear to have a winner.  Chub Bob has successfully completed the entire lap and crossed the finish line.  What an exciting day for Pugs everywhere!  Congratulations Chub Bob!  Looks like fancy kibble is on the menu for you tonight, little guy!  Well, that’s it for our coverage of the 10^th annual Pug Run.  We hope you enjoyed the show and have a pleasant evening!”

My Short Short for the Day

 “It’s time to go, Sweetie.”  Stella slung on her backpack, tightened the strap and opened the door.

“Coming Mom!”  Emma hurried downstairs.

Stella helped put Emma’s pack on and then shut the door behind them.  She locked and deadbolted the door.  Who knows when they’ll be back, so better safe than sorry.  Stella took Emma’s hand as they walked to the bus stop a few blocks away.  After a 15 minute ride, they got off the bus at the train station.  She bought 2 one-way tickets and boarded the train within 20 minutes.  Once settled into their seats, Stella opened her pack, pulled out her phone and typed a text.

“So, where are headed this time?”  Emma asked pulling out her paper and crayons.

“Well, it should be a beautiful spot.  We’ll be near a lake. We’ll have to travel through the forest to get there, though.  There’s a log cabin near the beach and it has all the supplies we’ll need.”  Stella smiled as she pulled out a map.  “Here is where we get off the train.”

“Oh, I see.”  Emma studied the map.  “Looks like it could be a little tricky to get there.” 

“Yes, but nothing we can’t handle.”  Stella folded up the map and tucked it away.  “Mind if I read for a bit?”

“No problem, Mom.”  Emma hummed softly as she drew a picture of a beautiful lake in the middle of a dense forest.

“Would you like to order some food from our menu?”  The young woman asked.  “Oh, what a lovely picture you drew.”

“Thank you.”  Emma smiled up at the nice lady.  “We’re going on a trip there.”

“Oh, I see.”  The woman smiled.  “Would you like anything to drink or eat Miss?”

“Yes, 2 box lunches please.”  Stella handed over her credit card.

When the woman had left, Stella leaned over toward Emma.  “Remember, there are lots and lots of trees around the lake.  And maybe some squirrels and rabbits, too.”

“Got it.”  Emma pulled out some more crayons, adding more trees and some animals to her drawing.  “How’s that?”

“Perfect, Honey.”  Stella patted her arm, then leaned back in her seat.  “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”

When Emma finished her picture, she held it up for her Mom.  “How’s this?”

“That looks great!”  Stella took the picture and stared at it.

“Do you see anything yet?”  Emma whispered.

“Yes.”  Stella pointed to several spots on the picture. 

Emma made a mark on each place that Stella pointed to. 

“Good.  There’s only 5.  We should be able to handle that with no problem.”  Stella rolled up the picture and tucked it into her bag.  Just then the young woman brought the lunch.

“Here you go.  Enjoy!”  The woman set the food down and smiled before moving on.

“Thank you!”  Emma said.

“Ok, eat up Emma.  You need your strength.”  Stella took a bite of the sandwich.

“Yes, Mom.”  Emma replied.

A short time later, Stella and Emma got off the train.  There wasn’t much of a train station, but they didn’t really need anything.  They crossed the street, walked along the sidewalk for a few blocks and were soon headed out of town.  Within 15 minutes they came to the dense forest and stopped.

“You ready, Kiddo?”  Stella looked down at Emma.

“Ready!”  Emma had a determined smile on her face.

Stella pulled out the picture Emma had drawn on the train then hefted her pack a little higher on her shoulders.  She looked at the picture.  Still only 5.  She nodded to Emma and headed into the forest.  Emma followed closely behind.  It was time.