Clouds | A 100 Word Story

#117 Take a Moodle with Me

“And you’re sure it’s her time? I didn’t get the memo,” Zeke said, looking down from their perch in the clouds at Esther Jones in her garden, taking a nap on a lawn chair, hat shielding her face from the midday sun.

“Yes, well, when you’ve been in the business long enough, you go on instinct,” Raker said. “You’ll learn. Now go on so we can grab lunch after. I’m starving.”

Zeke tumbled out of the clouds, his wings spread instantly as he landed beside Esther. He extended his hand and she grabbed him by the wrist.

“Not today, angel.”

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Take a Moodle with Me

A “moodle” is a dawdle, a stroll, a meander undertaken to notice, appreciate and go where my curiosity takes me. Join me as I moodle through slow-living ideas encompassing as many aspects of my life as possible, including that all-important creative part!

By Debs Stott

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