Wednesday, January 25, 2006


The warm wind roared and pried and battered at the sides of the houses. Stovepipes ripped out of their sockets. Garbage cans rolled down the streets. Branches tore off trees and flailed at every obstacle. Some comforted themselves with the thought that their houses had survived previous storms. But what about themselves? This mental pounding.


Peter said...

Just thought I'd let you know that I have created a Squidoo lens on Nanofiction and tagged your site.

Request you to kindly visit the lens and give some suggestions on how to improve content.


prairie mary said...

Thank you, Peter! I had no idea what a "Squidoo lens" was, but once I didn't know what nanofiction was either! I'm very glad to have this little guide.

I've experimented with little "nano books" handmade with the stories on mailing labels, but haven't tried to market any.

Prairie Mary