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fifty-five words ...

55 Words is a wee site about wee stories ... stories 55 words long, to be exact. Flash fiction is tough enough, but this is like making a face out of six inches of string. Anyway, you can see my attempt at it here .

for illustration friday ... {change}

Sometimes, change is hard. This crying face belongs to a seed named Lillian, who doesn't understand why she's been abandoned in the cold, dark earth. So Mother Earth comes along, to tell Lillian about the changes in store for her, and, in that Mother-Earthy way, what fucking time it is, and suddenly everything's wonderful again. Right. Anyway, these two plates are from the drawings I did for Keitha's (failed) book.

Sebastien has two brains.

Well, Sebastien's poker brain was blanging away at full tilt last night; when I left he had an enormous chip lead, probably four times the size of everyone else's stack combined, and I'm sure he killed the table in short order. Like I said at the time, he was due. A fun but frustrating night: I blew all my luck on one spectacular hand. An ironic God gave me four Aces when I really only need one, and after that said I was done, nothing but 10-4, 8-3, 9-5 ... I folded more hands in the course of one game then I ever have in my entire life. Usually -- as Leo likes to point out -- I am an automatic calling machine. Finally I saw two cards with smirking faces on them, a Jack and a Queen, and pushed all-in. Of course Tracey had a stupid Ace. Oh well, she's happier when she's winning. Anyway, I haven't won a damn thing in three games straight now. Thanks, Seb, for the hospitality once again. I'm (hopefully) moving on up to a bigger place in January so I can reliev

for illustration friday ... {farm}

Actually, Animal Farm : it's 1984 with charming animals, and of course it's the tricksy pigs who slowly but surely betray the revolution. A dystopia by any other name, especially when one remembers poor Boxer.

for illustration friday ... {safe}

A hero to keep us safe: might as well look inside. A small tragedy on canvas, which I gave to my friend Stephanie, who I really need to call, soon, just to see if she's okay.