Happy New Years to you all! I hope you had a festive beginning or at the least, a good night’s rest to open the new year. Here are some more inspirational quotes and poems to start you off. If you’re on social media at all, you’re probably already tired of New Year’s Resolutions. Anyways, cheers! 🎂🎈🎉
*Also, today we’ll go with twenty quotes, but we’ll return to fifteen for Part Two and every other biweekly list of quotes.
I enjoy Sunday mornings because it is the only time I don’t feel stressed. My fiancé Mason and I often take Deme our lab, to the dog park.
Today, Deme has spied ducks walking onto the grass by the lake. ” Deme come,” I say sternly. “Mommy says come here now.” She gives me that look dogs give you when they are going to do what they want even when you tell them ‘No.’
Deme picks up the tiniest duckling in her mouth.
“Down, put the duckling down, Deme.” Mason warns. Deme begins to shake the duckling and play with it. “Deme no! Bad dog.” Mason says in a deep threatening voice.
Then to our amazement there is only a fluff of feathers. I’m not sure how, but our lab has swallowed a duckling, with only a few chomps. Mama duck is furious and chases Deme everywhere.
” Come here, Deme.” I shout to her. She comes quickly, begging me to save her with a whimper. But I am too late, Mama duck bites Deme on the butt, three times.
There is something horrid about Deme eating a precious tiny duckling. But then again, as Darwinian’s would put it, it’s natural selection.
The ducks set down near the stone trail on the waterfront. There is a stonewall between them in the lake and it’s a good thing there is. Many of an unlucky duck has settled on the lake only to be sucked down except for a feather.
I was told never to go near that lake, not to set a foot at the water’s edge on the other side and not to climb the wall that separates the old dusty stone path from the water. But I imagine whatever is down there in the water could jump up and get anyone near that stone fence or on the opposite shore.
I am walking Ralphie the duchshound on the path trying to stay away from the water’s edge when Ralphie pulls his leash out of my hands and runs back the way we came. I carefully peer over at the water when a wet black tentacle grabs my leg and starts pulling me in. The creature, some slimy black, monstrosity has a grip on my leg so tightly I think it will fall off. I scream to no avail. Then I am drowning in the water and is that blood? Yes, my blood, as the water froths and my hand reaches out one last time. But only the ducks have heard and seen me.
Word Count: 190
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