It’s ‘spohsed to be that way

If you saw my last post (Creative Endeavors), you know I’ve been obsessed with my little clay workings lately in favor of my writing, though I am still trying to write a bit. Well if you saw that post and you want a little update you came to the right place. This is where I’m at now: (click on the photo for a larger view if you’re interested)

I added a nose because my 2 year old told me it needed one, and she was right. It looks a lot better with a nose. And I’m out of clay again, so until I get some more it’s back to writing I go.

Anyway, on to the Friday Fictioneers story for this week, Thanks Rochelle for hosting and you all for reading.

Comments, criticism, and half drunken rants are mandatory this week. You’ll receive a failing grade otherwise.

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

“Daddy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What’s a spohs?”

“Spohs?”

Lilah pointed at the word emblazened on the glass above the door. “Spohs. Right there.”

“It says shops.”

“Does not. It says spohs. I can read. Remember?”

“Yes, Lilah. I know. From outside it says shops. It’s backwards because you’re inside.”

“Why?”

“That’s how backwards works.”

“Why?”

“Science says so.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, dear. Why don’t you tell me why you think you can see it backwards from inside?”

“‘Cause the wall is see through.”

“Bingo. How’d you get so smart?”

“Mommy says I’m telligent.”

“Intelligent.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s telligent, Daddy.”