Thursday, August 14, 2008
Deer Park
This morning I took Harley to the park again, and the deer came so close to us--two beautiful spotted fauns and two does. They stood within twenty feet, just in the trees, and watched us walk past. Dumb Harley didn't even see them until we were almost past them--then he went into high alert. The deer seemed unfazed--I think they may be getting used to us. Or, since Harley looks like a little deer, maybe they thought I had one of them on a leash!
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About Me
- Bob
- I write short stories and essays. I have published well over one hundred stories, essays, and flash fictions or nonfictions in magazines or anthologies, as well as a novel, Jack's Universe, three collections of stories, Private Acts, Killers & Others, and Not a Jot or a Tittle, and two chapbooks of flash fiction, Shutterbug and Dragon Box. I grew up in a military family, so I'm not from anywhere in particular except probably Akron, where I've lived for forty years. Before I came here, I never lived anywhere longer than three years.
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