It appears Hogwarts isn’t the only school with a dangerous Whomping Willow. Because our own San Diego City College seems to have one of its own!
I was walking up Park Boulevard this morning, on my way from downtown San Diego to the Comic-Con Museum in Balboa Park, when I spied the fantastically twisted tree. A few of its gnarled. outstretched limbs had slammed against the nearby grass, sadly crushing goodness knows what.
I avoided the walking path that passes directly next to it, just to be safe.
That is a Whomping Willow, isn’t it?
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I live in downtown San Diego and love to walk around with my camera! You can follow Cool San Diego Sights via Facebook or Twitter!
Readers who are new to Cool San Diego Sights probably don’t know that, when I’m not walking around the city taking photographs, I love to write fiction.
Well, I’ve completed another very short story. This one is about a school teacher and a very peculiar lesson taught to her students.
The lesson isn’t merely strange–it might be one of the most important lessons any person, young or old, could learn.
I published another short work of fiction a couple weeks ago. I wasn’t sure I wanted to publicize it on Cool San Diego Sights, but I read the story again this morning and I still sort of like it. So here goes…
Ghost Wind is the title. It’s about life. Your life, my life, everybody’s life. How invisible wind fills our sails. Read it here.
While I’m at it, here are two more that I also published not too long ago. You can find them all on my website Short Stories by Richard.
Night Walking is a story about a walking house. And dreaming.
The Specimen is about throwing moon stones. And yearning.
Tom Sawyer tricked several people at TwainFest today.
I was walking nonchalantly though Heritage Park near Old Town San Diego when Tom Sawyer passed by in a big hurry…
Did Tom Sawyer steal the school bell? Why the hurry? It appears Mark Twain’s beloved character is playing hooky, running through Heritage Park during TwainFest.Uh, oh! Aunt Polly has spotted Tom and is giving chase!Tom tries to hide behind a fence, but Aunt Polly is familiar with his antics and quickly finds him.Aunt Polly tells that mischievous boy Tom he has a chore to do. He must whitewash the fence!He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. –Mark Twain from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.Here comes Becky Thatcher, looking for Tom.Becky observes poor suffering Tom Sawyer whitewashing the fence.Tom explains to Becky that it isn’t every day a person gets to whitewash a fence. In fact, it’s quite a privilege.Becky Thatcher gives Tom a whole apple for this rare opportunity to whitewash the fence!Several visitors to TwainFest are lured into Tom Sawyer’s scheme. They happen to find small objects on the grass nearby, and offer them to Tom so that they, too, might whitewash that fence!Tom’s basket fills with contributions.The TwainFest visitors and Becky get to work while Tom takes another bite from his apple.Whitewashing the fence is such fun!Tom Sawyer lies back with his apple and enjoys the fruits of his trickery.Here comes Aunt Polly! Uh, oh! She’s searching for Tom!Tom Sawyer’s in big trouble…again!Tom does his best to explain this rather unusual situation, but Aunt Polly has heard it all. She isn’t easily fooled.Tom shouts and points his finger into the distance, causing Aunt Polly to turn in surprise. That clever Tom Sawyer takes full advantage of his distraction! Run!Tom Sawyer makes his escape!
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I live in downtown San Diego and love to walk around with my camera! You can follow Cool San Diego Sights via Facebook or Twitter!
I’ve published another short story today. It’s a very odd tale that you might enjoy reading.
It’s about moving through the night. Or about dreaming. Or about living. It is definitely about perception.
I’ve titled this strange little work of fiction Night Walking.
And now, having arranged these few words, I will head out my door and go day walking with my camera . . . through a world that often seems a dream . . .
I’ve published another very short work of fiction. This piece is titled The Fight. It’s about living and dying . . . and laughter.
Perhaps you’ll enjoy this little story. It includes life experiences that are relatable.
Getting this simple story to work has been a struggle. I published The Fight prematurely a couple weeks ago, then pulled it down. A tale about life and death should be written carefully.