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Walking along the water to the spot she had left her belongings, the young woman didn’t know who was more surprised when she came upon ducklings scattering like fluff in the wind. Their trail, marked by the waving grass and the sound of rustling reeds before hearing a plop, plop, plop. Miniature tsunami waves pushed back to the shore where they’d jumped from the bank into the water. Seeing their mother waddling away with a crust of bread in her mouth, she knew they had all come ashore to dine on her lunch she’d left behind in her pack. I would spend hours sitting on the shore of a pond waiting for any sights I might be gifted with. The day I saw the Mallard hen swimming back and forth next to an outcrop of reeds, I was certain my patience would be rewarded. It took her about half an hour to be happy I was of no threat to her babies. That was when she brought them all out into the open for a swim. This photo not only is the perfect pairing for this week's 99-word story, but it graces the cover of my book, Birds in my Canadian Backyard. April 4, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to explain “baby ducks ate my lunch.” How did that happen? Who is the protagonist? Where did the baby ducks come from? Go where the prompt leads! #AnnEdallRobson #FromWhereICome #99Words #FlashFiction #ranchtradition #ranchlife #mallardduck #duckling #mothernaturesgift #thankafarmer #thankarancher #storiesofthepast #CozyMysteries #cookbooks #PromptWriting #WesternHeritage #TheOldWays #RanchCulture #BeginningToEnd #RuralLiving #WhoaBackUpStop #AnnEdallRobsonPhotography #CapturingMomentsOthersMayNeverGetToExperience
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Chinook winds blow in, creating havoc and sucking the moisture from the land. Their coming visit announced by the arch in the sky - aka: A Chinook Arch. I arrive from out west. Scarcely heard as I tickle the land with my dance. But I am not happy with childish games. I’ve lost interest in playing to please those I encounter. I am a force to be reckoned with, ignoring the pleas for me to stop. I have little care about the consequences. I come to eat the snow, drink the ponds dry, and add fuel to wild fires. And when I’m ready, I move on, disappearing on the horizon like the setting sun. But I will return on a whim, for I am the Chinook Wind.
March 28, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about disappearance. It can be an event, act, or subtle theme. Who or what disappears? Does it fade or explode? Can it be explained or experienced? Go where the prompt leads! #AnnEdallRobson #FromWhereICome #99Words #FlashFiction #farmerslife #ranchtradition #ranchlife #chinookwind #snoweater #thankafarmer #thankarancher #storiesofthepast #CapturingMomentsOthersMayNeverGetToExperience #CozyMysteries #cookbooks #PromptWriting #WesternHeritage #TheOldWays #RanchCulture #BeginningToEnd #RuralLiving #WhoaBackUpStop #AnnEdallRobsonPhotography
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