Photos: 5.12.17

The camera’s been getting a workout since the moped got fixed. I can’t stand to stay home anymore. Spring in Florida brings all kinds of interesting creatures to my area as they migrate. One of the best things about photography is never knowing what you’ll see next. The joy of discovery is a constant motivator.

Birds are always fun to photograph. First, they’re a challenge to get close to. Every time, I move as close to them as possible; if I can’t best myself, why bother? My trash can is full of pictures I threw away. Perfectly good in many respects, but they revealed nothing new or weren’t special in some way. Dragonflies may be the only exception to this rule; I never tire of them.  Continue reading

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Photos: 5.8.17

I’m still experimenting with the new macro lens, though there’s frustration involved. It’s been almost continuously windy here, and that makes for blurry photos. I keep trying, though.

I really like this one. It’s a spider plant baby in the lanai. The breeze was moving through the room, but I managed to get a fairly good shot anyway. The water droplets are the result of a spray bottle. 😉 Cliche, I know, but they improve just about any photo of a plant. 

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Monday Flash Fic: The Birthday

“I’ve reached the age where no one remembers my birthday. I get no calls or cards or presents.” Drew handed Bobby a screwdriver.

They were at the kitchen table, tinkering with a toaster; Bobby asked for a tool, and Drew handed it to him.

“Mind you, that’s not an entirely bad thing, having your birthday forgotten, but it means everyone I once knew is dead, or close enough it makes no difference.”

Bobby removed a screw with light, delicate motions. Everything he did was precise and careful. “I remember.”

Drew made a face. “No offense, but you don’t count. You remember everything with that AI brain of yours.”

He’d had Bobby for going on ten years, acquiring updates and improvements as they hit the market, courtesy of the government’s program to provide affordable caregivers to old farts like him. Real people cost too much—the same reason they’d gotten rid of all the “homes”—so androids had taken over the market. Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale, The End

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Twelve

Cager and Quill were sitting on the beach three days later, staring out to sea. They had indeed shipwrecked on an island and had made a good guess as to which one. It had no name on the map, and they’d run into no one else.

Wiley, arms full of twigs, stopped under the shade of a palm behind them and tilted his head to hear better. The breeze carried their words to him.

“You noted the location of the ship before it went down?”

“As best I could in the circumstances.” Quill idly scooped sand and let it fall through his fingers.

“When things are more settled, we’ll go there and reclaim our booty.” Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale, Parts 10 and 11

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Ten

The ship was breaking up. Wiley felt it coming apart from inside the closet. Terror swept through him, and tears spurted so heavily, the material over the drawn-up knees he rested his head on was drenched.

He’d never see sunny Nassau again, nor toss bits of stale bread to the pelicans in the harbor. One of them had become tame for him, and he’d named it George. He wondered if anyone was feeding him now.

Wiley was going to drown. He tried to imagine swallowing water instead of air and couldn’t. All he knew was it would end him, and he’d hardly started.

“Wiley! Where are you, lad?”

He crawled out of the closet on his knees and looked up at Quill, who was white-faced and drenched head to toe. “We’re sinking.”

Quill raised him to his feet and hustled him out of the cabin and down the passageway. Wiley was shocked by what he saw when he stepped out on deck. Mayhem and destruction were everywhere, and the ship was badly listing to port. Continue reading

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