Posted in Just Sayin', Thought Food

Remembering The Stone Age

All else aside – the stove is an old Sears Kenmore – no oven light, no timer but hotter than hell – can keep the volume turned down with this one…

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Posted in Fiction & Poetry

Blending In

 

Noah looked worried. It was his first day of kindergarten and he wanted to look just right. He carefully picked out camouflage pants, matching drab shirt, camouflage sneakers, and to top it off a camouflage baseball cap. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he faced his mother. “Don’t you look so handsome!” He beamed.

At the foot of the driveway she kept watch while he leaned against the oak. “Here it comes!” He stood but the bus zoomed by. “We’ve got to call the bus barn. I’ll drive you in.” Noah was thoughtful. “Mom, do you think it thought I was a tree?”

 

 

100wcgu-7

http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week164-2/

 

The prompt is:

“… Noah looked worried…”

 

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups

 

Posted in Flashes

Before Midnight US Time

 

 

She was determined to get everything unpacked before tomorrow; after all, there wasn’t much. Having lived in a single room there was no furniture to speak of just more junk than anything else. Exhausted yet undaunted she opened a box of desk odds and ends finding the second toothpick holder. “So there you are… how’d you wind up here?” Chuckling she put it aside. She turned to move the collection of office supplies closer to the desk then reached. “Where… where is it?” She turned, turned around, put on the light but found no sign of the cylindrical holder. “Huh, but it was there just a moment ago.”

 

 

100wcgu-7

http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week163-3/

 

This week’s prompt:

“… but it was there just a moment ago…”

 

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#163

 

 

Posted in Fables And Taller Tales, Fiction & Poetry

Nothing Like The Mythology I Was Taught

 

          I’m reading this upscale magazine. Upscale. What’s that supposed to mean? Anyway, I’m reading this magazine that’s supposed to be higher-end writing and I find this hideous, painfully long piece of prose about ankles, ankles in boots and I stopped reading, stunned, thinking, “That can’t be what they want.” They’re so reserved, conservative, they say upscale but maybe that’s underlying. Looks to me like someone knew someone who published their work, you know, slid it in under the radar. Maybe this would be the time to submit something and they’ll even publish me! Ha! I had something written I thought too risqué but who knows.

What I wanted to say:

My Father is dying, Dad, wasting away. At 125 he’s developed so much the doctors can’t keep track. No he’s not 125 years old but down to 125 pounds, not that he was a huge man to begin with, still he weighed more than that.

He’d be on my unit if I were still in medical, Skilled Nursing, in a family of multiple train wrecks so he wouldn’t be alone. After writing these few words he might be down to 100, maybe less. We stopped getting along a while ago; he couldn’t make me anymore yet I thought, “What will I do when you’re not here for me to be mad at?”

Well, not really mad at better to say just taken aback by.

There can never be another, you’re one who’s unique, there’ll never be another you. That song you taught couples to sing at encounter meetings so much like AA, to convince them they should stay married and for what? They found they don’t like each other anyway and they know without a doubt, “I’ll never find another you. Maybe one of us ought move out. Shouldn’t have found you in the first place – ha, a mutual feeling setting one free. We, together, don’t want to find another you, each other, what are you doing here with me?” Interesting concept.

But this is nothing like reading about ankles in boots.

Getting back on track. So, who will it be to cause me to be taken aback? Who will others use to be better than whom I portray? I’m a lot like him you see. If he were a girl he’d look like me. It’s been a long hard road this life we’ve had and I can’t get distance enough between us but I know I’ll never come across someone like you in the most euphemistic way. If we weren’t so alike I’d be free but I’ll never find another you because that’s me.

I never knew someone who hated a parent, not personally, not firsthand. Always examining I looked inside myself and knew I’d never hated, knowledge is so unfair, I could be surprised and hurt but not for one second was love ever gone or just not there, nor for less than a second. “You might not have made it”, I’d thought, “now that you’ve passed”. Of course you would have. With the design quite grand I crossed the Plain of Lethe and drank deep from Mnemosyne. I knew I accepted the overall design. It’s just something I’d do. I could remember even being born. I was sent back by something greater than us both, a creator of a masterful plan.

It wasn’t necessary I be appeared to, no manifestation necessary for a secret to be revealed. Nothing mystical really but everyday, it had always been clear though my thought following after was “how do I tell him” all the things I always understood. “He’s not here anymore, or…” Imagination being what it is I put my head on your shoulder and said, “We’re ok, you and me, you know we really are, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when your time breathed its last.” No retrospect would inspire nor dictate another path. I am whom I am you see that I know, and of that truth I will never let go.

Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes

The Cool Morning Air

“She had the door open just for a change. The sliding glass had been pulled back and the breeze filtered through the screen cool, almost invigorating. Two windows had been opened for cross-ventilation, not perfect but nice. After finishing her post power-walk energy drink concoction she stripped off her sweaty clothing dropping each piece into the basket…”

https://myastheothermistressofthedark.wordpress.com/2015/08/04/the-cool-morning-air/

Posted in Fiction & Poetry

Worlds Collide

 

 

Part of me is in storage in another storage space

Part of me is here under my own nose

Part of me awaits help to move into one place

Part of me is longing for when I’ll see your face

My home is not where I live now

That part of me not far

But these pieces need to come together

A puzzle to be designed

Will I be at peace at last?

At ease will it be my mind

 

Happiness it could exist if parts fall into place

Another part of me moves closer

Filling empty space

Here I sit for lack of sleep

Martini ebbs away

A movie now keeps company

Closing out another day

Fill me sleep rest now my heart I command

Look toward those better days

Though I cannot see so far beyond me

Yet a magnet I now play