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When She Holds Me (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

January 14, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.

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When She Holds Me

I love when she holds me.

So many years – her hand, now heavily veined and knuckled with arthritis is, even after all this time, still strong and comforting.

The magic lives in that hand.

Me, I’m the same. A little nicked here and there, also showing my age, but she warms me, and keeps me happy. She keeps me young.

I’m lucky. Others her age would have abandoned me. Would have left me for the new WordPerfect, but she never stopped writing words in longhand. She feeds me with ink and I dance across the parchment, singing her song.



Looking For Change (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

January 8, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.

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Looking For Change

I was shocked when Kristy Benson, a year older – a senior no less – said yes.

To me! You believe it?

If I had the words I’d tell you how beautiful Kristy is, but my vocabulary, it’s, you know, just so-so, so you can use your imagination.

Problem was coming up with money. I got some extra hours at the theater when Deliverance opened last weekend – Burt can bring them in – but I needed more so I took my brother’s penny collection and sold it down at “Copper Country” for $17.00. He’s 19 and he’ll understand; he’s been in love.



When You Wish (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

January 1, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

December 28, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a wishing star. It can be central to the story or used in a different way. You can have a character interact or not. Go where the prompt leads.

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When You Wish

“Whoa! You see that?”

“I did!”

Evan and Carol were laying side by side on the blanket. The dark sky above them flickered with lambent stars.

“Did you make a wish?” Evan asked.

“I did.”

“What was it?”

Carol huffed, “I’m not gonna tell you.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?”

“I believe it as much as I believe making wishes in the first place”

“Wanna know my wish?”

“You wanna risk it not coming true?”

Holding Carol’s hand, Evan rolled onto his side, leaned over and kissed her.

“That was my wish.”

She kissed him back.

“Mine, too.”


Granite (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

December 24, 2017

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

December 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.”


On any other day the chickweed might look like pocks on the grass, but on this breezy April morning, with the spring sun angled high, the white clusters swayed, dancing to invisible music.

Dad would have liked it.


I reach out and run my hand along the top of the uneven granite, still damp with the morning’s dew. I run my fingers along the front and for the thousandth – or ten-thousandth – time, I trace the name.

“Nice morning, huh, pop?”

I blink against a sudden gust and I feel the ten-thousandth tear trail a path down my cheek.

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Pray tell

December 12, 2017

Prayer has always confused me. Not so much because of who or what I’m praying to, but because of the context and while I’m drawn to prayer, it never feels right to me and the words often sound awkward. It’s like misheard song lyrics: You’re listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Bad Moon Rising and you sing the words but they come out like “There’s a bathroom on the right” instead of the actual lyric: “There’s a bad moon on the rise.” Or a line in The Eagles, Desperado get’s changed to, “You’ve been outright offensive, for so long now” instead of the correct “You’ve been out riding fences for so long now”

That might not make a lot of sense but if you’re like me in any way maybe it does. Regardless, it’s the way it is. So then I read this quote on a friend’s Instagram feed a few days ago and I liked it and the quote made sense to me.

From Kahlil Gibran: “For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? . . . When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion.”

So there you have it.

Ever had anything stolen?

November 29, 2017

If you’re a blogger or artist reading this I’m curious if you’ve ever had any of your online stolen and posted on another website and if so I’m wondering what you did about it and if you ever used the Google Copyright Removal tool I linked to below.

A website took a story I posted here on 11/16/17 and  changed it up a little and put it up on their website. I couldn’t find any contact information on the site other than a link for “admin” but clicking on that only took me to a listing of all the articles posted on the site. I added a comment to the post thanking them for sharing one of my stories and asking them to change the story back to it’s original form/content and to provide a link back to my blog or, if that wasn’t possible, to maybe just remove the story. That was on 11/20/17 and nine days later my comment is still showing as, “Your comment is awaiting moderation.” So now I’m kind of stumped as to what to do. Any suggestions or advice?

Google Copyright Removal Tool




November 20, 2017

I felt a little strange when I learned this morning that Charles Manson had died. It’s not like I was a fan of his or anything, or thought him anything less than insane, but Charles Manson has been a part of pop culture since I was something like 12 or 13 and for lack of a better word, he was fascinating. Nowadays cults and violence and mass murder seem to be the norm and things that we think about for a day or two before going back to our lives, but back in 1968 (Vietnam notwithstanding), it wasn’t that way. At least not to my young eyes. 1968 was crushes on girls I’d never talk to, trumpet lessons, Mod Squad and Land of the Giants and the F.B.I. and Gomer Pyle. And when Charles Manson made the news it was like a real live monster in the living room.

So I won’t really miss Charles Manson but the thought that he was dead was just odd.


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