Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on October 27, 2022 by Jan Wilberg
“We could run into a bear,you know.”
My husband says this while we are walking our two sled dogs in the forest.
What are bears like in late fall? Are they ravenous, wanting to store up calories? Or are they tired of the world, eager to curl into themselves, and sleep with their big paws over their faces?
One dog’s ears perk and he looks quickly to the left. There are logs and brush where a bear could crouch but I don’t look around, just straight ahead, because I’ve been told to never look a bear in the eye.
Category: 100 Word StoriesTags: 100 word story, flash fiction, hiking, northwoods
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment. It could be about gracefully handling my own aging, being a good feminist, or finding out what it means to be a decent mother and grandmother. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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The bears are quite hungry now around here. Lots of warnings about not leaving anything out they might eat. Only a couple of direct encounters, both in rural Connecticut. However they are doing quite well here in the suburbs too.
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