Wayne Gray

I looked up what was available in Hailey, Idaho, and they were top of the list. Funny that they're the ISP for your area as well!

Yes, Karen. She's a wonderful person, a little spark of light to everyone she meets. I wouldn't let anything happen to her, would I? That'd just be wrong! And this town definitely seems rife with shady characters. Maybe not 90% of them, but quite a few. 😉 Harris is still trying to catch that wiley Stefano. He did live with Corbin for two full years, so he knows the blonde man well. However Good point on the tax returns. Yes, I intended it to be taken from Payroll Taxes. That Zampa. Such a bad puss.

Deal! 🙂

Hrm. Serious plot twist? Maybe. Keep reading. I hope you're not too disappointed in the next few chapters. 😉

"Are you sure they'll be okay?" Corbin frowned in worry. It was just after he got off work, Thursday evening. He and Paul stood at the door to his chicken run. They had put the newly-feathered chicks into the enclosure, and they quickly scattered to explore their new, bigger space. "They'll be fine. They don't need the heat lamp anymore. They're big enough to be out here, and they'll keep each other warm in the coop at night." Paul held a content Zampa over his shoulder and looked in at the

@SnowblindAre those lynx? That's awesome. 🙂

@Mikiesboyoh, yeah, that's totally what I meant too! 🙄

My mind runs wild with this. Perhaps I'm the only one who refers to it as riding the pony? If so, then the rest of you lack imagination. Conveniently, it also relieves stress!

You're welcome! For what it's worth, it isn't just me who's pulling for this thing to continue.

You should call them. I hate inconsideration, and that is a prime example.

You need earplugs!

Laying here being lazy. But it’s time to get up, write, drink coffee, and poach a few eggs. Happy Sunday, DiC.

I'm happy you're enjoying it! Thanks for the comment. I missed replying back when you first left it. Sorry about that!

Good night @mollyhousemouse . Sleep well.

With a name like Reader, I'm betting a book.

@AC Benus I enjoy the quiet too. But there's just something missing in the silence.

I hear you, @mollyhousemouse . I know what it's like to love the place you are, yet yearn and need the place you've had to leave. My next story is about a young man who makes an attempt to go home again. He's braver than I am. That'll have to be good enough - experiencing the place I love through him. But, someday. Yes. I need to return.

Goodnight.

Good, molly. Thanks for asking. About to sit down to dinner with the husband, and watch The Last Airbender, season four. Then I'll keep on writing on my new little story. It's a good night.

I like this story a lot. I like that there's unconditional acceptance, a soothing of doubt, and a leap into the abyss of risk. Well done, Thorn. 🙂

I miss many things about Kentucky. And though it took a while, I finally realized what it is that I truly long to experience again. Let's start with what I don't miss - the people. Those are the most mixed bag when it comes to my thoughts of my home state. I've met some of the most honest, hard-working, and caring people there. Yet, I've also run into some awful apples. They were judgmental, hardened by poverty and suffering from a lack of opportunity - all of which conspired to make some men and women folks you'd never want to know. I know this sounds awful, but I can take or leave most of those living there. That's not where the magic is for me. What I miss the most is the place itself. Stepping out onto the porch in the late afternoon of July, you're hit by the humidity, temperatures in the upper eighties, and my memory of those experiences takes me right back there. But, mostly ... it's the sound. There's nothing like that sound. Summer in my homeland is green, vibrant, and thrumming with the constant reminder of life. The forests of northern California, where I live now are solemn, silent cathedrals. But Kentucky gently roars with a symphony of birds, cicadas, grasshoppers, and crickets. That's what I really miss. I miss the symphony.

@BHopper2play the "quiet game." Hold up a $5 bill and say, "whoever stays quiet the longest gets the money." Inflation may require a $10 to actually have any hope of success. But, you get the idea. Good luck. 😉

You’re a man who knows. If you ever find yourself at the table of a southern grandmother then she’ll ruin the dish for you forever after that.

Well, for the lateness of said shower. I've been awake for six hours. I probably should have been showered for five.

That's all anybody wants. Someone to eat.