“Life is like
a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.”
Nostradamus*
#quote
Today I took a few pictures of our puppy. I had to put it in some
time before I managed to take a nice still picture of the hyper
thing. Though because of lighting the fur color isn't as dark brown
as it actually is. You can see the picture in the picture page of the
blog:
http://langdonflashfictions.blogspot.com/p/pictures.html
The Dangerous Little Town
A little town existed out between the middle of nowhere and the ends
of the Earth, down the freeway from Bigfoot's vacation home. The
place was riddled with disasters. Little earthquakes, floods,
tornadoes, fires and the like hit the place with regularity. The town
expected disaster so much that narrow escapes from death were the
norm. The only reason the populace didn't die out was because they
were so prepared for it all. Though tears were shed when “Great
Grandma couldn't run fast enough.”
People might wonder what would compel anyone to stay
in any place with such a cursed environment. Where the spite of
nature could end a life so quickly. It's for the same reason that
many people all over the world stay in a dangerous place with any
chance for disaster. It's home. The people in the little town already
have their lives there, their farms, a gold mine over the hills that
the earthquakes haven't caved in, like some sort bizarre stroke of
luck. Maybe if they saw a less disastrous place they would move. But
since they were born this dangerous little town has always been where
they've seen the Sun set disaster after disaster, and it always will
be.
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