Checkmate – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #72

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).
We respond with something CREATIVE.

If you want ideas on just how creative you can be, click on Crispina’s name above, she provides a whole slew of ideas.

Well, hell. Normally, I like to find a matchy-matchy picture. THAT was not gonna happen this week! Though I did look… ya never know, yanno? So I am sorry but I don’t know why I went the way I did.  Blame it on the TV’s in this house playing various movies and such… maybe…

 

CHECKMATE

“This doesn’t look anything like the chess set in the Philosopher’s Stone, Harry.  You must be mistaken—”

“No, it doesn’t, Ron but it is. You led us properly back then, and you can do so today! The only way we can remove the plug and get to the Goblin’s Golden Shoe is if you help us get these pieces to move and then together, we remove the chain. Hermione, you must have the right spell for that one, yes?”

“I don’t know, guys.”

“Oh please! You are the smart one of this trio, eh Harry?  You can do it, Hermione.”

“Yes, you can do it.  First things first.  Ron, it’s our move.”

 

113 words of silliness

 

Rainbows, Smiles and Sunday Everyday

My last day of quarantine was yesterday. Thank goodness because, much as I am quite creative in the kitchen, I was starting to worry that things would turn drab as I was running low on pretty much everything.  You see, my family and I were fortunate to go on a cruise together. (Post about it to follow soon as I kinda got distracted on my return, for some reason.)  Yes, there was talk but it was faint and precautions were taken upon boarding and we sanitized everywhere we went so we felt pretty outside of the situation. Till we hit New York. Waiting for our plane the drone overhead was relentless as were all the TV screens.  We thought, shit… what the eff is going on?

Took it easy on Tuesday (11th) and worked Wednesday through Friday, receiving the stink-eye from a couple of the cooks.  Sorry, mates. We were not told to self-quarantine.  Until we were.  On Saturday, my boss called me to ask me to stay home just as I was texting him to say I had to stay home for two weeks from the arrival date, meaning, until the 23rd. All good.

I try to go out daily with Zeke for a walk, choosing less populated streets of which there are many.  Distances are kept and every “hello” is not only received but returned with a smile, to boot.  No one tries to get in ayone else’s space and that is fabulous. There are a few “rainbows in windows” campaigns going on and I have seen the proof. It is precious and beautiful to see. Most are handmade and even if not, who cares? It’s a lovely way of uniting us.

Speaking of uniting, it’s a mixture of disconcerting and heartwarming to see all the cars parked in the driveways, making every day seem like a Sunday, with people walking about, cycling, playing hockey (I had to assume this was a family who lives together).  You can see the distance between groups or individuals – a good sign that rules are being respected.

This last image was taken shortly before the ambulance arrived. You can see a person sitting on the ground with one helping her while others look like they want to go close to help (or snoop) but don’t dare – a good thing at this time.  I hope it was nothing serious.

In some places, I have finally seen signs of spring flowers working their way out of the frozen ground!  Not at my house just yet, but still. And, I’m surprised this photo turned out as it was so bright outside, I could not see a darn thing!

Speaking of every day being like a Sunday, that includes Sunday meals en famille, of which we have not been able to partake in a dog’s age because we all work different shifts and most of the time are at work when it should be suppertime. Sundays especially.  Soooo… with my “Empty the fride/freezer/pantry” campaign, I was doing a bang-up job…

Which brings me back to my opening paragraph.  Now that I was allowed to go shop, I did.  All in one fell swoop as I do not want to have to go out and expose myself more than necessary until it is necessary.  I was pleased to see that Costco had organised the lines – and were counting how many they let in: one goes out, one allowed in, keeping the numbers at, well, I don’t know how many, but judging by the space in there, it was quite low.  However, as you can see below, the peeps in front of me were certainly NOT keeping six feet between them.  I did and let the guy behind me know when he was in my bubble.

Got my goods and the staff did no bagging so I figured, no big whup, once I get to my car, I’ll do it there.  However. DISASTER! My case of beer was on the cat food bag and, unbenownst to me, and slipped forward until CRASH! It fell to its side and made like the Caesar’s Palace Fountain Show only sans lights and music!  I got a good beer shower as I righted the damn thing and waited as it did its thing. A kind samaritan gave me a half roll of paper towels and said he hoped I was thirsty. Um… These cans are 500 ml (17 oz) each!  Even if all six, yes, SIX, of them emptied half-way, that represents 1.5 l (3 pints) of beer – Not saying I couldn’t if push came to shove but yanno… it was a “bit” much and plus, they were room temp. So. I put a couple in the fridge and drank them – they were flat by then. Blech. and the rest is put aside for more beer bread…

Victims, a sad state of affairs.

After the horror of putting all my stuff away into the car, I had two more stops to make.  Some fruit and herbs and stuff that I can’t get at Costo. And what up, peeps? Has everyone decided to bake their own bread?  Not an ounce of flour to be found at either store I went to. And fuggedabout yeast… Yep. Looks like I’ll be making more beer bread should I run out of the store bought one.

The snow started to fall ever so lightly during my last stop.  The boys helped me empty my car and put away the groceries. By then, forget about cooking. I was spent and it became leftover time. And we had a variety (see above).

I was settled into an evening of watching “Lion” when I got a text from Linda: “Yo, Outside your window.”  Took a peak and waved, then opened the door, shouted for her to hang on, I’d get redressed and join her – yes, yes, six feet apart – with Zeke.  It was a winter wonderland!

Neither of us was upset with the snowfall. We know that March snows never last.  This was just about the prettiest snowfall we had all winter!  Of course, it’s officially Spring, so that must be it.

Nothing lasts forever…

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #149 – Muddle

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Thanks, Sammi!

Dale Cocktail

 

Muddle together, in varying parts:

 

Fun-loving

Honest

Curious

Snarky

Humourous

Authentic

Quirky (eccentric?)

Sincere

 

Enjoy responsibly

 

Spa Cocktail

 

 

Redecorating – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #71

A little light-hearted take on Crispina’s excellent challenge.  I played a bit by putting my picture first coz, well, I can and I felt it needed to be 😉 Plus, Crispina is so very generous and open-minded about these things…

Stay safe out there!

Redecorating

Querido, I was thinking of redecorating.  This place needs a good paint job to go with this upgrade of yours, don’t you think?  I mean, it’s great that you have built this wonderful porch with a roof so we can sit outside protected from both sun and rain. The colours are just so drab and the rust is coming through. It’s ugly.

What are you planning, Corazón? Any particular colour scheme in mind?

The other day I was taking a walk on the beach, I saw this little shed-like thing.  That’s what I want!

Uhhh…. Seriously?  A little garish, no?

 

Where’s the Romance? – Friday Fictioneers

A week away and I feel like it’s been ages!  It’s Wednesday and time for Friday Fictioneers. This week Rochelle has chosen a photo from ceayr. Thanks to you both for your hand in this week’s party.  I was inspired by one of my favourite movies “Under the Tuscan Sun”.  Click on the frog below to add your own 100-word story inspired by this image… or simply check out the other submissions. There is a whole lotta imagination going on!

Click me!

Where’s the Romance?

What are you doing?

I’m Katherine, playing Sylvia, dancing in the Fountain of Trevi. Remember the scene? “No matter what happens…always keep your childish innocence. It’s the most important thing.” As her beloved ‘Fe-Fe’ told her.

You’re nuts. This is not Tuscany nor Rome and the fountain’s too small.

Oh, for heaven’s sake! Use your imagination, would you?

Well, I’m telling you right now, I am no Martini, playing Marcello, coming to help you out of it.

No, you definitely are not. There is not a romantic bone in that body of yours.

You’re being ridiculous.

And you’re a bore.

 

 

 

 

Dinner and a Late Show – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday-Friday and, though I thought for sure I wouldn’t play, here I am. Kinda hard to diss when Rochelle chooses my photo, eh?  I am going to aplogise in advance for anyone whose story I do not get to.  I’m getting away for a vacay and will do my best to get to you all before I leave. Gonna be weird to not participate next week but there is no way in hell I am bringing any technology with me (except my phone – for camera reasons, only!) That said, click on the frog below if you wish to read more stories…

This is a completely true story, zero fiction.  Sorry, Cathy 😉

Click me!

Dinner and a Late Show

“Delicious!  Glad you introduced me to this restaurant.  We better move it as we have a good fifteen-minute walk ahead of us.”

“Yep, time to high-tail it over to Place-des-Arts to see “The Phantom”.  Thanks for asking me to join you!  Even though I saw it ages ago, I’m glad to see it again.”

***

“Jeez… we’re fifteen minutes early and there is no one in the lobby? That doesn’t make sense…”

Cathy looked at the tickets, “Shoot! Omigosh! It started at 7:30, not 8:00.  We are late not early!”

“This blows…”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Please, I’ve seen it.  Sucks more for you!”

What Do You See? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

Good Thursday, my peeps. I skipped last week because sometimes one does not feel like forcing the muse. However, this week, she is in fine form.  I was sure I had a photo that was more in tune with Crispina‘s lovely one but none really worked for me.  So, as I searched, I found something and a story was born. Thanks, my friend, for hosting this fun party every week!

What Do You See?

Gosh, that looks forbidding, doesn’t it?

It does. Want to go inside and see what lurks behind?

Dunno. It feels creepy.

You’ll miss something special if you don’t

That so?

Yep.  Shall we?

Lead the way! That way you’ll be eaten first if there are beasties within!

Haha!  Silly, do you honestly think I’d lead you to such a nefarious end? One in which I, myself, would be at risk?

You have a point.  OK, lead on anyway.

***

Gee whiz it’s dark in here!  Are there no lights?

Hang on.

 

She heard the creaking of a door before a beam of light appeared,

 

Hey! Open it more!

Not yet.  Before I open it, you need to know that it is a special door.

Special?

Yes. It will show you your dreams.

No way!

Yes. Close your eyes and think hard.

Done.

Go ahead. Open them.

Wow.  Val d’Orcia in Tuscany…