Bonding – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #105

Crimson Creative Challenge has brought me down memory lane.  I could not help but kinda go over the 150 – but not by too much. I apologise profusely, but I know Crispina is most forgiving.

Remember Father-Child day in kindergarten, Dad?  What a great day that was. I had you all to myself – no brother, no Mom – just us. Well, and the rest of the class.  You were so good with tools and were able to make anything:  my bed, my dresser, all sorts of stuff in the house.  You were the best builder-dad in the class!  You helped me cut the pieces and put them together.  You even made me laugh when I hit my finger with the hammer! In the end, we had such a nice bird feeder.  And you know what?  I still have it.  It’s on top of the bureau you made for me.  Mom almost threw it out!  Boy, did I have a fit. Then I felt bad because she felt bad that I yelled at her.  She did not realise what it meant to me.

Funny how seeing this little house in the woods brought it all back. What I wouldn’t give to build anything with you again.

A Quiet Spot – Crimsons’s Creative Challenge #102

When I saw this prompt I knew EXACTLY where I would go with it.  How fun is that? Very, I say. Should you ever want to join in on Crispina’s challenge, just click here and see the what’s what which is pretty much anything you feel like. What’s not to like?

A Quiet Spot

He paddled into his quiet enclave, looking forward to getting some shut-eye.

Psst!  Hey you! Over there in the reeds!

What? Who said that?

Over here, look to your left towards the shore!

I see you. What do you want?

Wanna join us?  It’s great here.

Looks kinda crowded to me.

Nah… there’s room. My buddy here will scootch up. Whaddaya say? Must be lonely over there all by yourself.

It’s nice and quiet.

It would be quiet here, too, Daisy, if you’d just shut up and leave him alone!

Fine. I’ll shut up, then.

 

What Do You Believe? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #101

A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes.  Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me.  I do not want to disappoint!

Where does this go, do you think?

Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.

You’ve no imagination, you know that?  Look how it seems to glow.  I think we should go in and investigate.

I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.

What’s wrong with that?

Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.

I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.

As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.

You are so annoying sometimes, you know that?  Now hush up and come with me, would you?

Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?

Whatsamatter?  Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?

 

Through the Generations – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #100

You ever have an idea, clear as the light of day, in your mind, but come time to put it down, nothing works? Take three, four, whatever, I have decided to just put it out as is.  Thank you, Ms Crispina, for your wonderful challenge.  It always is, for me, to come up with something and I couldn’t NOT participate in number one hundred, right?

Like father, like son. You have the lean perfectly, my boy.  But why, for goodness sakes, did you plant yourself in the middle of the path?

You told me I needed to forge my own way so…

You might have tried a little further up, just saying.

Haha!  You did the same, my son.  Only befitting your son do the same.  Of course, you can’t see it now with all the new arrivals.  But once, you, too were right in the middle.  Maybe you’ll end up like me one day, alone on the edge.

Or like us. No longer feeling part of nature as asphalt has been spread on what was once beautiful earth.  ‘Tis the way of it, I suppose.

One day, though, I like to think we will take it all back.

The Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #98

There you have it.  When I saw Crispina‘s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to do.  And then, in my search for that photo I needed to join in the story I found a couple more.  Ahhh… with a modification and a twist, I went for it. Apologies, Crisp! I blew the 150-word limit!  I’m surely forgiven… right?

The Plan

When I look back now, I realise this started at a very young age.  The first time, I actually blamed myself for not paying attention, for not doing what I should, but no.  I can see it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d have found a way. She waited till she knew I’d notice it too late and wouldn’t be able to go back to find it.  She was just a baby for goodness sake!  Still.  Now?  I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

When she hit her teenage years, I could more fully understand.  It had to be a conscious decision.  Of course, back then, she was still of an age to run around and play, so it was less obvious.

As a young adult, I couldn’t understand this obsession. Did she really think it could possibly work? Leaving a balled up note inside, to boot? It seemed rather desperate, to me.  Fairy tales were for children!

This time?  My goodness.  Now she has done it.  No way it could be missed. She chose the flashiest colour and hung it up at eye-level.

Surely Prince Charming would find THIS one?

Not About the Fish – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #97

I knew I didn’t have any sunrise pictures to go with Crispina’s (way too early for me, on most days!) and I thought I’d skip or write a little something simple.  But then I could not help it and found myself trolling my photos.  Wouldja lookit that?  I’ll be darned… A little something simple AND a sorta kinda matchy-matchy 😉

 

Whether at sunrise alone

or at sunset with a friend

it doesn’t matter

It’s not about the fish

It’s about getting away

from the demands of life

to just be one with nature

It’s what keeps me sane

 

Making Things “Better” – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #95

I had so many “matchy-matchy” pics I had trouble deciding where to go with this one.  And then, as I sorted through and brought them down to two, this is what happened.  I hope you don’t mind, Crispina, that I sandwiched your beautiful pic between my two! 🙂 (I know you don’t!)

Do you remember when as far as the eye can see we saw nothing but the sea?

Yeah, it was so beautiful.  We were one with nature.

Exactly.  And then those windmills popped up.  Didn’t seem too bad, though. They are definitely a good way to harness the wind into energy and not too intrusive.

Yeah, that’s true.  Why couldn’t they stop there?

Why’d they have to build that big-ass hotel and develop that area? Why couldn’t they leave it alone? This was our sanctuary of sorts.

Yeah. Man’s need to supposedly make things better.  Heaven forbid we not use up every last natural beautiful place for some new development ..  Pffft. Betterment, my ass.  Better enjoy this beach while it’s still available.

Purpling Everything – CCC#94 & dVerse

I knew kinda-sorta where I wanted to go with this Crispina’s challenge but didn’t know where to start. Then the dVerse challenge came in and helped me move.  Björn is hosting and decided we need to verb our nouns, so to speak.  We are to Meet the Bar, Verbing, he says, which has inspired me to do what I rarely do, which is to put two challenges together.

Purpling Everything

 

I need to chocolate, my muse is confused

Maybe wine instead, words stuck in my head

I will trellis my way till I find what to say

Or snake and wiggle, till I get a giggle

 

Then Crispina showed up and said

Why don’t you purple instead

it’s better for your health

not to mention your wealth

 

And I couldn’t help but smile

I see you’ve been purpling awhile

That I have indeed

from my fence to my head to this pretty weed

 

Staying the Course – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93

Crispina’s challenge has sent me down a path I couldn’t seem to avoid. It’s been a week since Pat’s death and we are still reeling so I apologise ahead of time!

Staying the Course

He had never been afraid of the dark or going it alone before and he wasn’t going to start now. He was, however, a mix of angry and sad that life had dealt him yet another blow.

“You can grieve for a bit but then you have to keep moving forward, my friend. But know this. I have your back and when you see a light in the darkest corners, that’ll be me, there for you.

“And, when your own journey is over – and that’s not for a really long time – I’ll be there waiting for you.”

What Is Real? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #91

Welcome to Crispina‘s weekly challenge.  An idea formed, then unformed, then reformed… I did my usual search for a matching photo and came up with a couple.  Which to choose? What to write? And well, this is what you get.

“Don’t pretend to be what you’re not, instead, pretend to what you want to be, it is not pretence, it is a journey to self realization.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

I’ve been a “fake it till you make it” kinda gal for most of my life.  It sure gives people the impression I know what I’m doing or that have loads of self-confidence.  I can’t help wonder if I’m like the liar who believes his lies or if, over the years, I have been on this journey to self-realisation as quoted above.

Maybe I’m not really faking it after all.

“…I could never explain how the image and the reality merge, and how they somehow extend and beautify each other.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle