I have deep and loathsome troubled thoughts.  Baby eggs gone.  I feel I have been zipped opened and turned inside out.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “troubled thoughts”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

WHERE ARE MY EGGS?

I swim frantically, caught in some sadistic game of “Lost and Found” searching…screaming.

Nothing.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “sadistic”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Finally both boy fish noticed eggs.  Much to my shock, they denied involvement.  How dishonorable.

My heart is breaking.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “dishonorable”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Me: What do you keep in your shell?

Snail: Memorabilia

M: Really??

S: *rolls eyes*

I am much too gullible.  *we giggle*

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “memorabilia”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

“I hear the melodious rhythms of water,” Snail replied when I asked about her head bobbing while cleaning.

Singing?

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “melodious rhythms”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

The two boy fish swim in blissful ignorance of the growing eggs nestled in the nearby plants.

Maybe for the best.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “blissful ignorance”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Sometimes I pause and reflect on my little growing ones.

What inheritance do I have to pass on to them, but my heart?

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “inheritance”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

As bits hit the surface, we race to gobble the food at its freshest.  When good goes bad flakes turn to tasteless mush.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “when good goes bad”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

I check each egg every morning and observe the miraculous metamorphosis within.

I never knew I could feel this way.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “metamorphosis”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”