The watch had a toothy grin. Cal tapped it. The time read: dense.
He sighed. Yet another wormhole. Glancing around, he took in all the cats and crooks and pretty girls, and decided that, for once, he deserved a vacation. Even if it was in a no-space, no-time wormhole somewhere beyond the Milky Way.
Lying back, he watched the universe un-turn, and for the first occasion in decades, he turned his phone off.
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Brought to you by today's OneWord. Trick: I glance through one of my favorites folders on DeviantArt before trying OneWord. It puts an image in my head, so I'm not necessarily a blank slate inspired by the word, but I have to put the word with the image.
In other news, no surprise, but the foster dog is staying a bit longer. She needs fine-tuning of her behavior, but she's pretty awesome. We start a training class in two weeks, and in the meantime, I'm getting her a jump on her classmates with basic training. My goal? Not only to get her adopted to a great home, but to make her one of those very special dogs: A poster child for the pit bull breed. For everyone who discriminates against this wonderful breed of dog, I wish I had a picture of her last Saturday, when we took her to our niece's soccer game, and she was literally covered in small children. Or video of her and my German Shepherd bouncing across the yard, merrily chasing balls for hours and dropping them at my feet. Ooh, vicious dogs! LOL! She's a great little girl.
Now, remember: Despite not writing about cephalopods myself, I will gladly read (and re-tweet!) flash fic about them, if you write some! (hm, pit bull fic, too???)
I thought I had commented on this... apparently not! =)
ReplyDeleteI like the adventure that doesn't quite happen. Here we go again... oh, actually, maybe I'll just sit this one out... ;)
And I absolutely love the line:
"The time read: dense" =D
That space detective´s getting laid, I know you.
ReplyDeleteWon´t you miss her, the dog I mean, don´t you feel like you want to keep her?