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the break-in

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I sipped coffee and wrote in my journal. Beyond the window, daylight had not yet arrived.
            
Annabelle’s ears perked as the kitchen door rattled. 
Once. 
Twice. 
Annabelle growled.
I raced upstairs to wake my husband.
“Someone’s trying to break in!”
John unlocked the door to find our daughter and her boyfriend enjoying a sunrise swim.



This post is written for The Write Tribe 55 word fiction, (mystery or love genre). 

Often called “micro” or “nano” fiction 55 fiction is the art of creating a complete short story in exactly 55 words, no more, no less.  Not an essay, not a poem, not a bunch of random thoughts, no musings. Just a potent piece of pure fiction that you’ve dexterously composed in 55 words.

writing at sunrise

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As sunrise creeps over the lake, the water is liquid glass, purple and still without boaters or jet skis to interrupt. Trees are filled with chirping and chittering and cooing. Sounds are lavish and layered from the grasshopper scratching at my porch screen to the caw-caw-cawing on the far side of the cove.

A family of cardinals lands on the picnic table. One pecks at the pebbles before they all fly away.

If I sat here all day, what would I see?

If I sat here all day, what would I miss?

From the porch of my rustic cabin, I write while drinking coffee, too much coffee, black and strong. There is no better place for making final edits to my first book than in the Ozarks with a view of my favorite lake during the most magical time of day, the time for hope and new beginnings. 
And, how lucky for all this to happen during my birthday week. Sometimes things just come together that way…

❤

talya
“It’s a new day. Yesterday’s failure is redeemed at the sunrise” 
― Todd Stocker

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