Leanne Dyck has a supportive on-line community of over7,500 members. Her blog (created on October 10, 2010) has recieved over 267,000 page views. Leanne is writing short story collections for adutls, a novel for young adults and picture books for children.
From 2006 to 2009, as an indie author, Leanne published a mystery (print and e-book) and a short story collection (audio book). Since 2011 , Leanne has been published in four magazines (Kaleidoscope, Canadian Stories, Icelandic Connection, Island Gals)and in four anthologies ( My Gustsy Story, From the Heart, Figures in the Mist, In the Moment ).
For Leanne's complete publishing history, visit her blog's 'publishing history' page http://authorleannedyck.blogspot.ca/
A Servant's Life
(a short story by Leanne Dyck)
I work from home, so some might think that I'm my own boss--but they'd be wrong. I'm just a servant.
Let me tell you how I woke up this morning. There was a stampede right outside my bedroom door. This pounding of paws was accompanied by a siren. Merow. Meow. Merow. Meow.
My alarm clock confirmed what I had suspected.
"It's too early!" I roared.
But I'm merely a humble servant. Four paws--two on my chest, two on my stomach--persuaded me to get up. I swung my legs off my bed and my big toe hit something furry. It was a mouse--headless, but otherwise in tact.
Down the hall to get my garden gloves, back to my bedroom to collect my gift--the dead mouse--back down the hall to take it outside, all the while skirting my cats' paws, tails and heads. I swear sometimes they want to trip and kill their human. I'm not sure why. Perhaps they dream of replacing me with a newer model--one that springs out of bed early in the morning.
The door knob felt loose and heavy in my hand. I failed to note the significance of this, stepped out onto the porch, closed the door and the door knob fell into my hand. Door knob in one hand; dead mouse in the other.
"I can't use that door and the front door's locked," I muttered under my breath, as I took the mouse to the tall grass.
I keep a window open so my masters--the cats--can come and go as they please. They circled around me, jumped insde and started to howl. And I knew what they were saying, Come inside, you silly human. It's breakfast time.
As I pulled my left leg through the window, I saw my neighbour out of the corner of my eye.
"Good morning, Leanne," she said.
I answered, "Meow"--because at that point it seemed like the most appropriate thing to say.
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Leanne Dyck invites readers and writers to join her on her "Wild" author journey. She promises to keep you entertained, informed and inspired. One new post will be available every week. Leanne writes from Mayne Island, BC, Canada.
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