Brian Carney
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A visit from an old furry friend
Janie walked out of her back door and headed across the lawn to the barn. She pulled her heavy sweater tight against her against the cold November breeze. The night owl that nests in the scraggly old tree in the yard shrieked at Janie, making Janie jump. I know just how you feel Janie thought to herself. The morning sun was just starting to crest over the trees across the lake. While the sunshine should have warmed her face, the cold breeze banished it prior to it reaching her. Her head was still full of troublesome thoughts that had kept waking her up the night before. Thoughts of money, family, work, dread of not meeting up to others standards or desires. She had a thought that she wanted, and needed to go to her office last night.
By Brian Carney4 years ago in Fiction
A visit from an old friend
Janie walked out of her back door and headed across the lawn to the barn. She pulled her heavy sweater tight against her against the cold November breeze. The night owl that nests in the scraggly old tree in the yard shrieked at Janie, making Janie jump. I know just how you feel Janie thought to herself. The morning sun was just starting to crest over the trees across the lake. While the sunshine should have warmed her face, the cold breeze banished it prior to it reaching her. Her head was still full of troublesome thoughts that had kept waking her up the night before. Thoughts of money, family, work, dread of not meeting up to others standards or desires. She had a thought that she wanted, and needed to go to her office last night.
By Brian Carney4 years ago in Journal
