“It won’t be that different, living in Canada rather than Thailand. You’ll love it.” That’s what my father said to me right before we moved.
August was nice, plenty of sunshine and the weather is warm, but December was horrid: cold, dark, miserable. I wished I was back home. I missed everything, even the little gecko that’d come out at night.
I was walking through an evergreen forest in a huff when a glimmer caught my eye. It couldn’t be, but it was — a tokay peering through a spruce.
He’s my secret friend. I feed him bugs. Imaginary, of course.
Links to other sites where I publish:
Blogger = https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com
Medium = https://medium.com/100-word-or-less-stories
YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
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