Benny Bullies Joel Into Letting Her Get Chickens.

Benny bullies Joel into letting her get chickens.

Their names are Stevie Chicks, Atilla the Hen, Chickadee, and Henrietta.

She tells him this very matter-of-factly one morning, and he just looks at her like

That's it, that's the post.

Have a snip. As a treat.

I own a home, and really couldn't care less what my neighbor is doing with their home and lawn. 🤷

If my neighbor is running a meth lab, that's one thing. If my neighbor is letting his grass grow wild to appeal to bees, that is something entirely different lmao.

(It's me, I'm the neighbor who is curating their property to appeal to bees.)

Pretty sure his exact response would be:

Benny bullies Joel into letting her get chickens.

Their names are Stevie Chicks, Atilla the Hen, Chickadee, and Henrietta.

She tells him this very matter-of-factly one morning, and he just looks at her like

That's it, that's the post.

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @sixhours! Here's a very small snip from the next chapter of As Long as You Follow:

He’d braced himself for the worst; for the sight of her raw grief, for tear-streaked cheeks and a rigid gate, for hands that trembled just as they had at the dam. Her eyes were still rimmed with red, her face blotchy, but when their gazes met she offered a smile – a genuine smile – filled with a warmth that reached her eyes and tugged at his heart. Without a word she hoisted herself back into her saddle, and when he reached out to hand the reins back she wrapped her hand around his wrist and forced him closer to her, leaning across the space between their horses and pressing her forehead against his. For a fleeting moment, the world shrank to the space between them. Everything else disappeared; the horses' startled snorts, the symphony of crickets, all faded into insignificance. There was only the dizzying pressure of her skin against his, the mingled scent of sweat and something more sour, overlaid with the subtle, sweet perfume of her hair and a hint of lilac, all of it filling his senses – until she drew back from him, her eyes locking onto his. “Okay," she breathed, her voice the first thread to pull him back to the present, each syllable bringing with it the reemergence of the cricketsong. “Now we can go home.”

Tagging: @bumblepony @mote-of-star-dust @two-birds-alone-together @lauronk and @march-flowerr (and whoever else wants to share).

I have not finished the chapter. But I am close! I'm going to aim to update before the weekend.