— a microfiction of potpourris.
Don’t Worry! I’m Getting There!
Albert Marvin’s Diary Entry.
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1 min readJan 25, 2021
I know mother said it’s impossible, but I think it’s because she needs a hand around the house. It feels like yesterday when I read about how scientists are listening for underwater echoes to measure the depth of the sea. I just had to be involved. I’ve been using my father’s trotlines (may he rest in peace) because settling my ears on the water surface would only be bothered by my mother’s usual screech of
“For god sake, Albert! We live in a swamp!”
July 8, 1829. I’m a six and a half-year-old who caught yet another bowfin.
Inspired by:
To answer to Tre L. Loadholt’s:
