Flash Fiction & The Female Orgasm

Good morning good morning good morning.  The Old Soldier is in rare form  and I’m ready to do some blogging.  It’s suppose to get up into the 80s today in Pittsburgh with plenty of sunshine.  It’s not 9:00 a.m. yet but I’m ready to take my long walk to the library and then through the park.  Walking is excellent exercise, especially when you’re my age…

Writing about sex in flash fiction is tough because there are not enough words to drag the sex out.  Talk about a quickie.  Then if you add young love and marriage to the mix, a writer has to compress like hell for the story to actually tell a story.  After all, sex is not performed in a vacuum.  Life may be random but the very short story is not.

I think men and women, married or single, can identify with the young couple in Flash Fiction: Black Stockings.

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The Philosophy Of The Healing Power Of Nature

There is something soothing about walking through a park with plenty of grass, shrubs, flowers and trees full of leaves with small birds chirping in the trees in the city.  The greenery is reassuring in some primeval way.

While watching the nature programs on public television, I sit transfixed as the camera explores the peaks of snowy mountains and the depths of the ocean.  I’m mesmerized by the sheer diversity of life.

I’m also dismayed in realizing that the species I belong to is destroying the environment.  What can be done?  Does the progress of people have to mean the destruction of animal habitats?

If we poison the air, land and water in pursuit of economic development and jobs, what happens to the banking system and national economies when the earth no longer supports life?

These are questions we cannot evade.  The innovators and supporters of the Green Revolution are our first line of defense.

Marriage On A Hot Day In Pittsburgh

I just came from my walk through the park down by the campus of the University of Pittsburgh.  There was a wedding party at Heinz Chapel.  A single bagpiper played, the men in suits and many of the women in long dresses.  I couldn’t see the bride and the groom.  Many of the dresses of the women were bright colors, summer colors.

Then I walked past Mellon Institute of Carnegie Mellon University.  Another wedding party was standing against the tall pillars having their pictures taken. 

I never married.  I wished the new brides and grooms and the family of each couple much luck.  They are going to need it.

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