WannaskaWriter

    Again, the man wasn’t ready with his camera and another large angular blue-gray bird, a Great Blue Heron, flew from the water-filled ditch and away from view. Argh. The man’s companion on his unexpected long walk home from deer camp was a female Chesapeake/Lab mix dog of unquestionable character and temperament who had suddenly knelt and rolled onto her back and began squirming uninhibitedly, all four legs flapping in wild abandon as she ground some foul invisible scent into her shiny long-haired coat, her eyes closed, her tongue lolling, in sensual gratification known to but a very few fortunate canines along this stretch of county road. She owed this instantaneous indulgence to her distant cousins fox, coyote, and wolf, one of whom may well have created this secret drop ’n roll spot for just such carnal pleasure, for feral animals have their compulsions too.     Wouldn’t it resolve a lot of marital problems in today’s society if spouses so infidelity-inclined had such unobtrusive

  Brushing her hair from her eyes she entered the gates of the factory holding her picture ID so the security guard could see it as she and the other employees passed by. Her dredlocks and beads slipped back and forth over her shoulders when she turned her head to enter an opened door into the facility. Tall and fit her gait matched that of the men; hers was a forward thoughtful measured stride; the full cut of her black multi-strapped and zippered pantlegs amplifying her every step. Her chalky white and olive skin stretched tightly across a round cheeked clear complexioned face, wide nose and full lips; her eyes an expressive dark brown like the color of her hair that day something that was subject to change it would be apparent as the weeks and months pass by. As if apart from this adjoining crowd its other members impatiently milling about or wandering away toward the confectionary machines and restroom facilities a short distance away she sits down by herself her denim jacket acros