Crow And Bear

NATURE SUBMISSION:

Bear walked through the woods, surveying the scenes of spring. He found it beautiful, and it all belonged to him. Every creature ran at the sight of him, leaving him to meander in peace.

So it was with great surprise that he looked up and saw Crow staring down at him.

"Fly away Crow, or I shall eat you."

"You don't scare me Bear."

"You'll be scared when you're inside my belly."

Crow laughed. Every spring was the same. Bear woke from his slumber and threatened her. He was too stupid to remember the forest belonged to Crow, not Bear.

From Guest Contributor Debbie Cox

To Have A Dress Made

He gently whispered in my ear: turn yourself around. Then he measured my waist with the corner of one eye. He said: “You are beautiful, my true!” You look like Venus coming of the foam with golden curls. I shall make you a dress that floats in the Sun. I shall make you an evening gown for your prince, The One. I shall dress you in purple and stick silver hairpins in your kirtle. I shall give you a mantle, and dress you in white. I shall draw stars upon you, your nails are painted, but you still walk naked.

From Guest Contributor Svetla Vasileva

She Was Beautiful

I’ve never been accused of being a dirty old man and I’m not. I know it. I’m not even close. But I couldn’t help staring at her walking in the park. What a beautiful sight. Trim, lean, and muscled; a perfect specimen. A joy to watch. She had no idea how perfect she was. Perhaps that made her perfect. I stared at her and no one seemed to care. I even received a nod or two from others in the park. I can’t be sure, but I think they were watching her as well. A prize-winning poodle, she was perfect.

From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin

The Appointment

“But everything looks so tired and worn here.”

“You were the one who wanted to come to Paris to die.”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

I took her hand and pointed. “There it is. That’s the café.”

We pushed through the crowd at the door and found a table for two.

“Everyone here looks so old,” she said.

“Except for that beautiful girl at the bar.”

“Madame et monsieur. Vous desirez?”

“Do you speak English?”

“Yes.”

“Who is the beautiful girl at the bar?”

“That is Death.”

“But I thought Death was...”

“Monsieur, the older one gets the more beautiful Death becomes.”

From Guest Contributor Reynold Junker