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I Sit

June 16, 2017

THE DETAILS:
Friday Fictioneers: 1 picture, 100 words, scores of people from around the world sharing their creativity and vision. Feel welcome to join in; visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields HERE to find out how.

THE PROMPT:
This week’s intriguing photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, Dale Rogerson.

THE STORY
(I saw the people at the bottom of the picture but my focus was drawn to the top half of the picture and that’s where my inspiration for this flash came from)

Sitting

This is where I sit.

Eyes half-closed, staring at nothing. The trees and moon a shelter, the breeze a heavenly massage.

I sit and focus on being unfocused. I breath. I stop thinking. I float. I breath.

The world stops. No shootings. No stabbings. No bombs. No politicians. No war. No death. No religion. No madness.

There is selflessness. There is compassion. There is kindness. There is acceptance. There is humanity. There is gratitude.

There is here. There is now.

There is life; half-seen and unseen. There is a universe. There is a connection.

I like sitting. Join me?

(99 words. One left over for you.)

Please visit the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking the little blue frog below. You’ll find just about every type of genre you could imagine and some really creative writers.

Pray for peace. Pray for love.

This Ain’t No Home & Garden Show

June 7, 2017

THE DETAILS:
Friday Fictioneers: 1 picture, 100 words, scores of people from around the world sharing their creativity and vision. Feel welcome to join in; visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields HERE to find out how.

THE PROMPT:
This week’s intriguing photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, Sarah Potter.

THE STORY

This Ain’t No Home & Garden Show

You remember the triffids? Well these bad boys were triffids on steroids. No meteor shower this time so the scientists were lost when these leafy-veined varmints sprouted legs, began spitting poison and eating people like Earth was one giant Old Country Buffet.

Thanks to the US, the Paris Agreement dissolved in 2021, which led to the oceans drying up, so killing these creepy creepers with seawater again was out and, unfortunately, so was our time. My master gardening skills are all that’s kept me alive this long and hopefully my diary will serve as a warning to others.

The End?

(100 words)

Please visit the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking the little blue frog below. You’ll find just about every type of genre you could imagine and some really creative writers.

All Things Considered (Friday Fictioneers)

June 2, 2017

THE DETAILS:
Friday Fictioneers: 1 picture, 100 words, scores of people from around the world sharing their creativity and vision. Feel welcome to join in; visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields HERE to find out how.

THE PROMPT:
This week’s intriguing photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, Karuna, who can be found HERE.

THE STORY:

All Things Considered

All things considered, it wasn’t a bad day. The clouds cleared late morning, UPS delivered his Garrett ACE 250 metal detector just after lunch and at two o’clock Brad Bedington found himself at Cedarwood Hills Nature Center – a 50-acre natural area of cattail marsh, resorted prairie and lowland forest. He was enjoying himself; he’d picked up a couple of dirt-covered pennies and a rusty nail, and later, off the forest trail, when the indicator flew to the top of the scale, he kneeled down to dig.

All things considered, it wasn’t a bad day until Brad Bedington found the bones.

Please visit the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking the little blue frog below. You’ll find just about every type of genre you could imagine and some really creative writers.

A New Word! I Learned a New Word!

May 26, 2017

It’s exciting to learn new things – especially new words – and I learned a new word today!

Aquafaba.

Say it out loud; it’s fun!

Aquafaba makes me think of Aqua Velva (do they still make that stuff?) but you can’t eat Aqua Velva and you can eat Aquafaba. What I like about this so much is the ability to make healthy mayonaise out of it.

Read about it HERE and HEREAnd if you’ve ever made it please leave me a comment and let me know how you liked it and what you used it for. Thanks!

It’s Different Now

May 25, 2017

THE DETAILS:
Friday Fictioneers: 1 picture, 100 words, scores of people from around the world sharing their creativity and vision. Feel welcome to join in; visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields HERE to find out how.

THE PROMPT:
This week’s photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, J. Hardy Carroll, who can be found HERE.

THE STORY:

It’s Different Now

I enjoy exploring abandoned buildings. Houses, barns, garages, makes no difference to me. Abandoned buildings are great places to pretend to be an adventurer and, with camera in hand, to let my creativity fly free.

When I was young these abandoned treasures were everywhere, but there aren’t many of them around nowadays. They’re torn down and redeveloped quickly and fences keep people out.

It’s different today.

Today when I play adventurer and take pictures in broken-down structures I think of Israel, New York, Boston, Paris, Iraq and Afghanistan. And now Manchester.

Different ruins. Different destruction. Different abandonment.

Different reality.

– 99 words. One word left over in memory of the victims of terrorism –

Please visit the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking the little blue frog below. You’ll find just about every type of genre you could imagine and some really creative writers.

7,300

May 24, 2017

Twenty years ago this evening I took a cigarette out of the pack – a Marlboro in the red box – and tucked it behind my ear. Then I squeezed the half-empty pack and gave it a twist and dropped it into the trash. I emptied the ash tray into the trash bag. I picked up the trash bag and put it into a plastic bag, tied the plastic bag and hauled it down three flights of stairs and dropped it into the dumpster in the back of the building. I went back upstairs, washed my hands and did whatever I did that night, always feeling the cigarette behind my ear. A couple of hours passed and right around 10:00 – 10:30 pm I lit the cigarette. I enjoyed lighting the cigarette and I smoked it slow.  I held the smoke in as long as I could before exhaling, and when I exhaled I enjoyed watching the smoke drift slowly out of my nose and mouth. I enjoyed watching the ember flare bright red. I enjoyed tapping the ash off into the ashtray. I smoked that cigarette straight down to the filter before I stubbed it out in the ashtray. I stood up and emptied the ashtray into the toilet and flushed the butt and ashes down. I dropped the ashtray into a trash bag along with my Bic lighter. I took the bag, crumbled it up and went back down the three flights of stairs and dropped it into the dumpster in the back of the building. I went back upstairs, washed my hands and went to sleep. The next morning, May 25, 1997, I woke up a non-smoker. For whatever reason, that night was the charm and after I don’t know how many attempts I stayed a non-smoker.

It’s been 20 years since I’ve had a cigarette. Two decades. 7,300 days. That’s a long time.

Random Thought #25: Stupid Movies

May 22, 2017

It’s possible that  “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” is the dumbest quote in movie history.

“So, Susie, I got tired of your dog barking all the time when you’re not home so I sort of killed him. I’m sorry.”
“Hush, Tommy, love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“But . . . ”
“Shhh . . .”

“Uh, Tina, you know your friend Gretchen?”
“Uh huh, what about her?”
“I, uh, slept with her. I’m sorry.”
“Stop, Billy, l love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“On our wedding night. I’m really sorry.”
“Sweetheart, look at me: love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“But . . .”
“Shhh . . . ”

“Helen?”
“Yes, cupcake?”
“I sold your Barbie doll collection.”
“My . . . my Barbies?”
“Yes, all of them. Even the ones going back to the 60’s. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, cupcake, stop. Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“I sold them for booze.”
“Uh uh. You stop now. Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

If I hurt anyone’s feelings with this random thought I’m sorr . . .  Oh, I don’t have to say that!

On the subject of movie quotes here are a few good ones.

 

There are so many more but I guess that’s a topic for another blog.

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