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Wing-Feather Fables: Sprinkles for Max

Sit down with your morning libation and enter Max’s world – brought to you by my favorite story-teller, Lisa Ahn. You are in for a treat – one with sprinkles!

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There were at least fifty coffee shops inside the city, and Max knew every one. If he heard about a new café, read the advert in the paper, he couldn’t rest until he’d tried it. He’d grab his Suze’s hand and they’d be off, a fedora and a pillbox hat, old folks on adventures.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: The Stone-bound

Today is fable day – how lucky we are to be beneficiaries of Lisa’s imagination. In this dystopian world, controlled by the Guardians, would you be one that remembers?
 
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They chose the former cable building because it was already wired for alarms. At first, the sirens howled every night, hours of screeching panic that shattered dreams and made a city of insomniacs. The noise was so hellish, so rending, that hospitals were deluged with fatal heart attacks. Babies born within those months have a peculiar tonal deafness. They are terrible musicians, prone to tics and schizophrenic mood disorders.

 

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: Star Dust

The best way to start out the new month is with a story. The best kind of story – one written by my friend and collaborator, Lisa. Read on.

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Aileen Murphy’s brother was stone-cold sober when he lost his left hand and his faith in the machinery of a fortune cookie plant. The sobriety, if nothing else, was entirely Aileen’s fault. Seamus was an amiable enough drunk, never fought or whored. Deep in pints, he bought his sister roses, knock-off Hermes scarves, and a white mouse in a gilded cage. It was the mouse that forced her hand, red eyes and midnight chitters. Their mother always said that nothing good could come of rodents. Aileen had to act.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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And for an extra special treat, read Lisa’s fascinating essay, “The Writing Life: Girls with Pens”. Perhaps you have wondered – “What could a pair of Disney princesses and the COO of Facebook have in common?” Lisa provides the answer.

Wing-Feather Fable: Andrew Windershins Finds His Talent

Today, I bring you a special treat – a Wing-Feather Fable, written by my partner and collaborator, Lisa Ahn. Finding our one special talent is often a long and winding journey, with many dead-ends and false starts along the way. Follow Andrew Windershins as he discovers his unique gift.

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Andrew Windershins had failed at everything he tried. Even as an infant, he was a total disappointment. While other mothers bragged of babies sleeping through the night and gobbling their mush, poor Mrs. Windershins could only wring her hands and bite her lip. Andrew caterwauled from dusk to dawn and tried to snort his gruel. Violet asked her sister, “Do you think there’s something wrong?” but the sanguine Polly said, “He simply hasn’t found his talent.”

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fable: Broken-Hearted

Lisa is back with a new fable – oh, how I have missed her writing. This fable is a haunting story of a mother’s love – and that heart-breaking moment when you realize this: there are things in life from which you cannot save your child.

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“Ain’t nothin’ easy ’bout fixin’ broken hearts.”

Poor advice, but it was all that Grandma Lucy gave her when she died. That, and Spangle’s Heart Repair, the family business. Grandma Lucy had been sour, but that didn’t mean she had a market on the truth. Natalie picked up a wrench, set out to prove her wrong.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: Fairy Godmother Gone

There are days when you wish you had a fairy godmother, right? Someone who could fix everything with one flick of her silvery wand.  And yet, maybe you already have the power – a strength you didn’t know you had. Read on…

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Noelle goes to Booker’s every Monday at eleven. She sits out on the patio, if it’s nice. She’d rather sit inside, but Tookie likes the brick-paved terrace with its wrought-iron chairs and half-leaf roof, sun-dappled. Today, the fairy godmother is late.

Fudge, fudge, fudge,” Noelle whispers. She checks her watch, smooths her list out on the table, checks her watch again. Her eye begins to twitch.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: Peter Rabbit Remix

A childhood tale, retold. Follow Lisa on another magical journey – this time, a search for redemption.

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“You can’t be serious.”

“Nope, that’s it.”

“That can’t be the Gate. It’s an office door. A lawyer door.”

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: Gate Number 4

“The Station trains went everywhere.” So you may wonder – to what exotic destination will a ticket from mysterious Gate 4 take you?  Read on…

The tour guide keeps tugging at his vest, red satin flashing neon at his belly bulge. “Fifteen gates inside this station, folks, each one busy day and night, selling tickets to exotic destinations all across the kingdom!”

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-Feather Fables: The Krisis

Left or right and  with  a “terrifying strangeness”, Lisa brings you today a fable of rich desolation and wonder. The tale of The Watcher, herder of the dead. Read on…
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This tower once had floors of gleaming ebony, and walls of lacquered white. Its spiral staircase rose in fluted curves. On the top floor was the Krisis, a chair meant and named for judgment. Carved from a single block of wood, it was etched in glyphs of vision and discernment.

The Krisis was the Watcher’s chair.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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Wing-feather Fables: Fairy Lights

Fairy lights, a grasshopper invasion, gnomes in the roses.  With her trademark word-magic and wry humor, Lisa somehow knits these threads together, weaving another wondrous fable. Read on…

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I tried to summon them at midnight, then twilight, and finally at dawn. Nothing worked, even though I strung the lights exactly right, just as Paw-Paw showed me the week before he died. Still, the fairies didn’t come. Finally, in a fit of quirk and temper, I threw the switch at 2:13 on a Wednesday afternoon.

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Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

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