A Tiny Guru.


(Flash fiction from Sept 2014)

Song Bird Songs


Ted looked down at the paper, small, white and official it delineated his worst nightmare. He was tired and redundant.
He’d seen it coming of course, read the writing on the wall, they needed new, young blood in the executive pool. So what now? At least there was a hefty severance payment involved.
He looked around at the immaculate walls and fancy décor. If only Ellen hadn’t induced him to buy this place (or the hundred other things) he’d be sitting pretty, could have gone into early retirement. She had not taken it well, demanding he find another job and fast, but that wouldn’t be easy at his age…
He looked out through the French windows eyes drifting over the landscaped garden, picturing only the bills yet to be paid for its contours. Then his eyes lit on a bird, a robin, seeking worms in the newly mowed lawn. He…

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The important things.



As one gets older the thought occurs, “on my death bed what will be important to me?” Why wait till it’s too late consider it now and adjust life accordingly.

After my faith I think family will be in my top spot closely followed by others I love and humanity as a whole. Things, I think will be in the postscript if they feature at all, even achievements tend to deflate in value at such a time.