Freedom is the theme of the day. I don't know that I'd like to turn into a bird. I love cats so that would be a problem. I was pilot for a while. Best memory was turning left wing straight to the ground, slowing just enough.....gliding down to the double row of lights, one line in front of the wing, one line behind. hold that line and glide down, last moment snapping to nose along those lights. Smooth as cream. I'd miss the cats up there, but that glide......
There's been a bunch of fun stuff ON it alright )). Still want to catalog the collection, thin the random clutter, publish the next book, understand the non-english texts in my refernce books, see bobbins in your hands, see my grandkids married and happy. Signed up for 30 yrs more.. might take that long. ))
You are so kind, Alexander. I loved your cup of coffee Tramvaj this morning. I am thinking of a 50 word comment... might take a day to work it out. Happy week end to you across there!
Phew! Saved by the last paragraph again! Thank you Mitchell.
Gorgeously goosepimpling, Sharron! And what a stunning, stunning ending! Another terrific read. 🍂
Thank you, Rebecca. I am going to have to get serious one of these days...
You're perfect, Sharron! Don't change a thing! 😘
Freedom is the theme of the day. I don't know that I'd like to turn into a bird. I love cats so that would be a problem. I was pilot for a while. Best memory was turning left wing straight to the ground, slowing just enough.....gliding down to the double row of lights, one line in front of the wing, one line behind. hold that line and glide down, last moment snapping to nose along those lights. Smooth as cream. I'd miss the cats up there, but that glide......
Ooooooo. Yes. Lovely.
Great story, excellent start to the Halloween season
Thanks, Scott.
A bird! I did not see that coming.🐣
Yeah... Duncan MacLean didn't either. I imagine he will be happier away from the cemetery work, but may miss his ale...
Excellent Sharron. A joyful surprise at the end.
Thank you, Jim
Good one, Sharron! At first I thought he had died and gone to Heaven. Maybe he did.
Ha ha ha! Maybe so! Those rowan berries may be toxic...
This is a great story, Sharron. Wasn’t expecting the ending at all, but I absolutely loved it!
I started out a bit cliché, but I hope I pulled it out in the ending. I loved the idea of the transformed grave-digger sitting on a branch singing.
Wow. Just, wow!
Glad you liked it, Penny. I liked those lady-birds
Ground crew clapped when I got out. Cherry on top of the whipped cream )))
What a life you have had, Kate. But your bucket list must have a few things on it still!
There's been a bunch of fun stuff ON it alright )). Still want to catalog the collection, thin the random clutter, publish the next book, understand the non-english texts in my refernce books, see bobbins in your hands, see my grandkids married and happy. Signed up for 30 yrs more.. might take that long. ))
Oohhhh, love me some creepy witchy lore-loaded story! Wonderful and transformative!
You are so kind, Alexander. I loved your cup of coffee Tramvaj this morning. I am thinking of a 50 word comment... might take a day to work it out. Happy week end to you across there!
My pleasure! Happy weekend to you, too! Off fishing now. Cheerio.
Enchanting. I love that you chose a sparrow and the mythical rowan tree.
Thanks, Heather.
So that's where birds come from. Who knew? I learn so much on Substack. 😉
Well done, fine lady.
I have a feeling he will be happier now - lots of companionship, lovely birds- eye views, no grave digging.... but alas, no ale. A trade off.
Indeed. There is always a trade-off.