My youngest and her snake
The viper is named Scrunchy. He’s still a baby!

I apologize for the poor quality of this shot. It was late and I was pumping gas.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
My youngest and her snake
The viper is named Scrunchy. He’s still a baby!
I apologize for the poor quality of this shot. It was late and I was pumping gas.
She was a rockwriter.
Her mission: random inspiration.
On rocks she penned profound sayings like,
Then she’d toss her stones to obscure places for possible discovery by others.
When she tumbled onto pigments, that all changed.
“Pebbles on a Montana Lakeshore” by Jason Savage
Not just an imaginary friend anymore, am I Carla?
Like Pinocchio became a real boy. I’m becoming a real girl, huh?.
Yes you are Brenda, you’re becoming a real woman of substance.
I think I’m starting to come together. Arms though, it would be nice to have arms. Maybe a full set of legs… although these are not too bad really – I can wear pedal pushers. Or do you call them clam diggers? Huh? Do you think my butt’s too big to wear those?
No Brenda, you’ll look great in cropped pants.
Carla, I just realized that I’m naked. I’m not wearing a stitch. And, we’re out in public. We’re on a train. Is this legal? Could I be arrested?
No Brenda, it’s OK. It happens all the time.
Remember when we watched “Risky Business”?
Remember Rebecca De Mornay?
Oh yeah, huh?
Are you calling Tom Cruise?