A Better Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23

Thought I was gonna forgo Crispina’s weekly challenge.  My head was too stuffed up to think up something half-assed decent.  Feelling better and since Zeke is too tired to go for a walk with me as he already went a-running, I figured I’d let him rest whilst I cooked up something for Crispina’s wonderful cabin photo.  Now I don’t usually do sequels, but I couldn’t resist. To find out the rules and regs (I mean, there are still two days before her next one, so… yanno, if’n ya want to) click here.

A Better Plan

Do think I’m going to trust you after that last crazy stunt you pulled trying to add spice?  Talk about overkill.”

Bill had the grace to look contrite.  “Not one of my finer moments, admittedly.  But Harry’s plan backfired, too, remember?  Helen had the crap scared out of her but it all worked out in the end.  Now they’re both spies!”

“For the love of…. that was a movie, you fool!  Plus Harry really was a spy so he was better equipped.”

” Yeah. Anyway.  Trust me.  Let me blindfold you.”

“No!”

“Gin, I promise.  This one you will love.  Turn around.”

“You better not—”

“Shhhh.  Now, sit quietly while I drive, please?”

Seething yet curious, Gin sat back, arms crossed, lips a thin line.

Bill stopped the car, opened the door for her, helped her out and free’d her eyes.

“Ta-dah!  Our weekend getaway.  Just you and me.”

“Oh, Bill!”

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150 words

Conversation With Myself – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22

I’ve been mulling over Crispina’s photo for two days now.  We’ve had a few paths or gates so far – albeit all very different – and I didn’t want to find myself telling a different version of a previous story.  What to do?  I found myself having an internal dialogue, going over ideas.  Hey….there ya go.  Make that the story.  So I did.  Care to join in on the fun?  Just click here to find out all the rules and regs.  There are none!  Well, except going over 150 words.  That’s the only rule.  Not so tough, eh?

Conversation With Myself

Does that path up ahead look smooth to you?

No, why? Is it supposed to be?

I though it might be; at least somewhat.

Where’d you get that notion?

I figured I’d earned it by now.

Based on what, exactly?

My age, years worked, life experiences

And you figured by now, all the hard stuff would be done?

Pretty much

Kind of presumptuous, no?

You think? I just didn’t figure I’d be starting over so late in the game.

Life’s funny like that.  Just when you think you have it figured out—

Boom!  Here comes another rock, jutting out just enough to trip you

You know what they say, right?

Oh shut up! 

But it’s true!

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… Ugh.

You’re resilient.  You can handle it.

Well maybe I’d just like for things to ease up!

They will, in time.

When?

Soon enough.

I hate you.

 

 

Which Lady? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21

I knew exactly where I wanted to go with Crispina’s latest challenge.  I did a little reserarch to make sure I didn’t make a total fool of myself.   This challenge is fun because the rules are fast and loose.  Only thing that is asked is to keep it 150 words or less.  Wasn’t feeling poetic this week so did a little discussion between two girls.

To play along, just click here, you’ll see pretty much anything goes!

 

Which Lady?

“Oh, this place is perfect!  The Lady in the Water must reside here!”

“Don’t be daft.  She came from a swimming pool.”

“Bother!  Oh, I know!  The Lady of Shallot, then.  How romantic.  Maybe we’ll see her—”

“What is wrong with you?  She floated down a river.  Does this look like a river to you?”

“I’ve got it. The Lady of the Lake. You cannot dispute that this could, despite its tiny size, pass for a lake.”

“Hah! Which one?  Which Lady of the Lake?”

“Which one?  There is more than one?”

“Yep.  There is Viviane, Lancelot’s protector, who presented him with Excalibur.  And there is the lady Ellen from Walter Scott’s poem who is the centre of attention in a feud between King James V and the powerful clan Douglas—”

“OK, OK. Smarty-pants.  You’re no fun, you know that?  I just wanted to play a simple game of make-believe.”

 

Train Tracks – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20

Welcome to Crispina’s weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday she posts a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE. Click here to see just how wide open this challenge is!

This week, a bit of nostalgia 🙂

Train Tracks

Growing up across the street from the railroad tracks, so to speak, watching the long freighter trains go by, feeling the rumble through my body, listening for the tooting of the horn; all these were part of a daily sensory adventure. Even my tastebuds were affected if I was close enough to get a mouthful of dust stirred up by those furiously turning rail wheels.

There were no fences back then. And no fears. And no rules.

And then one day, the the whistles were no longer allowed to blow in the middle of the night – not that we heard them anyway. And yet we missed them. Times change.

My sons don’t have the same freedom we did. They would have to go out of their way to walk the tracks. As a mother, I can’t help but feel relief that they can’t. I’ve fallen into the trap of over-protection.

Keepsakes – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #18

A little later than I wanted to, but hey, c’est la vie, eh?  This is Crispina’s fun challenge that is not too restrictive.  For rules and regs, the few there are, just click here.  That should show you the “what’s what”!

I don’t know why I keep on trying my hand at poetry – must be because I find it so bloody difficult! Funny how we do that to ourselves.  I must have a masochistic streak in me.

Keepsakes

Together they stand, by row, side by side

Some inconspicuous, others with style

They vary in size, some short, tall, some wide

What resides within may, or not, beguile

 

So what do they hold, you can’t help but ask?

Something most evil or wondrous and bright?

These bottles, they are, each used as a cask

For loved ones, held dear, now gone from my sight

 

Each one is a cask, but what lies within?

Their spirit, their souls or maybe just ash?

A bit of each, does this make your head spin?

I feel they deserve a bit of panache

 

Their time on this Earth is sadly no more

A symbol for each is all that I keep

They are not forgot; some stories of lore

I smile when I see them, I no longer weep

 

Whose Bridge? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

Good Friday evening, my peeps. I was going to write this one yesterday but the house bidness just took up all my brain cells and left me empty. Good news though. House is sold, an offer has been made on another. Not a done deal, of course. Do vendors ever accept an offer as is? Of course, until that part is settled, I probably won’t get a good night’s sleep. I’ll live. Then party when it is done!

As this is International Woman’s Day, my story took a totally different direction than I had originally planned!

Thank you, Crispina, for creating this challenge that pushes me to use different genres. Much obliged to ya! Was gonna put an answering picture, but chose a video instead.

Care to join? It’s fun and the rules are quite loose. Think sleepover party and the parents are out for dinner. Click on the link above. You’ll see what I mean 😉 K. ‘Nuff jibber-jabber, on with it already. Feel free to sing along…

Whose Bridge?

That bridge is not for you to cross.

You don’t own me

It’s a man’s world, face it. You don’t fit.

Don’t tell me what to do

You should be more ladylike, less outspoken

And don’t tell me what to say

Why do you want to go out and do that?

Please, when I go out with you

Just, please, don’t embarrass me

Don’t put me on display

You know what? Maybe this won’t work

You don’t own me

I’m all for women’s lib but you’re pushing it

Don’t try to change me in any way

You’ll have to tone it down if you want to stay

Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay

(Word count 115)

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16 – Last Chance

Almost didn’t make it.  Then suddenly an idea came to me and off I went with it.  Crispina’s CCC challenge has seduced me once again!

 

Last Chance

Catriona ran like the hounds of hell were after her.  She could not believe she was going to be late today, of all days.  Everything went wrong. Her alarm didn’t go off.  She got a run in her stockings and had to search for a replacement pair.  She missed the bus so took the subway, which took her three blocks away from where she had to be.  Was the Universe trying to tell her something?

She kept repeating:  “Please wait, please wait, please wait!”  knowing there was no possibility of a second chance.  He had warned her he was done waiting for her.

Catriona finally arrived at the staircase to find Sam taking the first step to the last section.

“Sam!” she yelled. Stop! “I’m here!  I’m sorry I’m late!  Please, wait!”

No hesitation.  No look in her direction. He continued climbing.  Away from her.  Out of her life.

Lucky for me, Zeke waits for me