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"I had the craziest dream last night!" Farah said, gesturing dangerously animated with a large, foamy drink in her hand.

Amina raised a questioning eyebrow, sipped her tea, and sat back expectantly.

"Ok, ok, sure. But top ten! At least!" Farah put down her cup and began painting her scene into the air. People were watching.

"In my dream it was a moonlit night, I stood on an endless pasture with a single tree on it, and there was a cow." Farah managed to gesture the concept of 'cow' into existence. "She seemed unhappy because she scowled at a tree." Fingers and hands created a treetop and trunk. "As I got closer to the tree, I could see that an owl sitting between the leaves."

Amina smiled as she listened.

"It was a weird little bird, 'cause it was wearing clothes. A little vest and a little hood." Farah's hands joined over her head. "And then the owl spoke to the cow. It sighed and said, 'All right, you silly goose, you can join my pack.', and then it flew down, sat on the cows back, and they both howled at the moon." Farah ended her story with a little bow.

Amina pondered for a moment, then asked, "So a cow scowled at an owl with a cowl, and then they howled?"

"Yah." Farah beamed.

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"Sophia's not going to like this," Reggie warned.

Sophia walked into the room. "Ahem - you were saying?"

Jacob responded enthusiastically, "We heard you were going to try a trip in the rover, so Reggie and I would like to accompany you."

"For the record, Sophia, I did not consent to this yet," Reggie quickly adds.

"I appreciate the sentiment, guys, but it's just going to be quick trip around the block. I don't need a babysitter."

Jacob smirked. "Who said anything about 'babysitter'. We'd be your escorts!"

"I don't need an escort, either."

"Honor guard?"

Sophia crossed her arms, "No."

Jacob persisted. "Offensive line?"

Sophia threw a glance at Reggie.

Reggie shrugged, "He did just walk into that one. It'd be a crime to not respond to it."

Jacob looked at Reggie and then back to Sophia, confused. "What?"

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#PennedPossibilities 1163: MC POV: “I’m always late, I never remember birthdays, I’m much too tough on myself, I have a hard time apologizing, etc.” What annoys the ones you love (about you)?

[Bolt sighs:] Nothing would make Blue happier than me asking him to move into my closet-sized aerie apartment and to share my hammock. The where we are together doesn't matter; it's that he wants to be with me all the time (and I wouldn't mind). He's concerned that something's wrong when I can't visit him more often or more regularly, considering how famously we get along. He hints all the time. But…

I work for the mob.

I can't tell him that living with me would put him in danger. I end up annoying him by redirecting his questions, pretending not to see his sad puppy-eye looks—but he's a man. A good man. That makes it rather easy to distract him—and fun, for me, and for him. He likes me distracting him, and so do I.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 13: Post 143, 1,802,701 CE, Eemaoold, Thames Valley

#Wss366 #Cowl #TimeTravelAuthors Alone / #Haunt

[Note: Yes, this has been posted before, but out of sequence. If it was or is confusing, read the previous post on the thread, which is what should have been posted before.]

“Emily!” — I fell to my knees as my hands flew to my face.

Memories flooded me: her smile through a curtain of ivy; us playing cards, a pink pyramid in the background; her sipping a red cocktail, a uniformed Nazi rabbit behind her; and her standing next to a cowled person.

In her hand, a blue gem slowly crumbled.

“Whaat see?” Weena asked, peering up at me.

Shaken by the morning's events — first the vision of a catastrophic end to an ancient city, then the divine appearance of this woman — I trembled speechless. Finally, I said, “Ah… Emily… It’s Emily… A woman I used to know.” Then, looking back at Emily, I asked, “Were you my girlfriend? My wife?”

Her brow knitted. “What? Your wife? Are you okay?”

“I don’t remember anything past yesterday. Your memory haunts me, though.”

Weena tugged on my clothes. “Henny? Whaat Henny see?”

I pointed to where Emily stood. “Weena no see?”

She shook her head. “No, see,” she said, taking my hand.

“Who is this woman, Bijou?” There was an edge to Emily’s voice, though I had no idea why she might be upset.

“This is Weena. She has been helping me. I would have been #alone here without her.”

“Emeelee Soone…?” She waved her hands, looking for a word.

“No, not Soone. Emily,” I answered. I wasn’t sure what Weena was asking, but it sounded like she thought Emily was a goddess. Was she divine? That might explain why my companion couldn’t see her.

“Gooo Eemaoold,” Weena said, tugging on my hand.

When I didn’t rise, she tugged harder and pointed toward the growing light in the sky. “Goo. Saair bad. Henny goo.”

“We’re headed to Eemaoold,” I explained to Emily. “You can tell me what’s going on as we walk.”

Weena pulled again, practically dragging me to the barrier at the door. Emily raised her eyebrows and followed, grabbing my other hand.

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“Part memoir, part eco-community handbook, Shaun Ramsbottom’s ‘Queer as Flock’ was pre-emptively banned from US libraries, which instantly catapulted it onto the bestseller lists in most other countries.

The story begins with the rescue of one gay ram, and ends with a queer cooperative built around hand spinning, dyeing and knitting wool from the Big Gay Flock, adopted from all over the country.

cont...

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"Coffee, black, big as you got." the tall man in a suit ordered with a voice that sounded like it was used to get what it asked for.

When he had come in, he had looked around in surprise. The small café was cleaner than he had thought it would be, warmer too.

"You want a cookie with that?" the barista asked. With... mirth?. At five in the morning, that's just wrong. They were one of those. Tatoos, piercings, weird hair and clothes, where you get all confused about what to call them.

"I told you what I want." he grumbled, but he respected the hustle.

"I think you told me what you usually get." the pixie behind the counter said. "Let's do this: I make you something; if you don't like it, you get your coffee free; otherwise, it's double."

"I don't play ga..." the man began, then stopped. Maybe the warmth had boiled him soft, or the damn delicious smells had poisoned him, but he relented with a soft sigh. "Do your thing."

He had expected a fancy showing, a frothing of liquids, some spectacle to sell him, but nary a minute later, the drink that stood on the counter looked suspiciously like a tall, black coffee. He sipped, and his eyes widened.

"Wha...?" was all he managed.

"The magic of the orange zest." the pixie grinned and rang up a ridiculous but worthwhile price.

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