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Cornelia is an Arts and Letters member of the National League of American Pen Women Honolulu. She is the recognized author of Letters to a Prisoner by Connie D. Letters… is just one of her six poetry and photography books including: one Fine Art Photography book titled Fire Dance and one Anthology–Saturdays with Lillian. You can find her fine art prints on Fine Art America.com.



The Hound Dog

Published by CONNIED | Saturday, February 02, 2013 9:37 PM


KURT, Connie, Angie come look; Mom screeched from the Kitchen; I just saw the hound dog!


I’ll never forget that snowy winter morning when I was ten. At seven, it was still dark, and frosty outside, my Dad used to crack the upstairs hall window and stand there smoking his Kent cigarettes. He would stand there and stare into the blackness.

His deep, throaty Guten Morgen Cornelia, exhale matched mine as I echoed my answer,
Morning Dad, close that window, its freezing I can see my breath!! Mom tell him to close the window, we are ALL going to get sick!

KURT, Connie, Angie come look; Mom screeched from the Kitchen; I just saw the hound dog!

Her eyes bulged. I thought she would burst.

What, I countered?

The Hound Dog, the HOUND DOG!

Okay Mom, back up. What hound dog? The neighbor’s dog? What dog?
She shook her head emphatically and said
The Hound DOG has no shadow!
That means Spring is coming early this year.

OHHH!



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