The rabbit had been busy all day; slaving over a hot oven in her tiny apron which was covered with flour & frosting. All Miss Chloe had to show for the day of work were all these delicious cupcakes. She really hoped her new neighbor, a handsome duck named Pato liked carrot cake.

Tonal Tuesday: the cupcakes and the rabbit

Someday summer would return. Bright colors, ice cream cones and children running wild, the long days would come again.

Tonal Tuesday: someday summer

The light was warm and low as the sun began to creep away into the late afternoon as she packed her bags. Two small bags contained everything. It was the beginning and an end as she set off on this journey to a destination unknown. She would be gone before they returned. She left no note. She did not look back.

Tonal Tuesday: she ran away

Tonal Tuesday: vintage dilemma

She didn’t know if she should fling her drink in his face or upend it into her own mouth.

Tonal Tuesday: this is not a fairy tale.

Rustling leaves crunching under your feet. Frost settling into air and your lungs. No snow just cold. Cold. Cold. Everyone’s breath has become clouds, exhaled into the winter.

Tonal Tuesday: every step the edge of a knife

Wary are the girls that might wish away those shimmery scales for a pair of human legs. The shoreline was grey that day.