Just an Illusion – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers. On a Saturday!  Who’d a thunk?  Why not is what I say.  Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this weekly challenge.  And thanks to Miles Rost for the use of this great picture.  Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your 100 words’ worth!   G’head, it’s a great way to learn how to cut the fat in your writing.

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Just an Illusion

How do you do that?

Do what?

Balance it all. Get everything done.

Wherever did you get that idea?

I watch you. I see.  You seem to have a handle on everything.

Ha ha! Trust me, I don’t. It may look like it but oh, hell no. I do not. Not even close!

I think you’re pulling my leg. Tell me how you do it.

Listen to me. And don’t look too closely.  I am the queen of illusion. I flit, I dance, it’s all smoke and mirrors.

Fake it till you make it?

More like baffle them with bullshit.

 

 

 

 

In a Rush For the Flower Moon

Two days later than I wanted to post. Sigh. Life. It does love to throw curveballs at you, doesn’t it?  This one was a doozie and took me two days to recuperate from!  Still… Please pretend we are May 25th – the day I wanted to post it, even if the dVerse prompt came on Monday, the 24th. Frank J. Tassone was the host and the subject was: write a haibun about the Flower Moon – said moon was officially yesterday and somehow, I missed it. Or rather was so sure it was the 25th that I didn’t even think of checking last night.  This moon pic was taken on the 25th, however 🙂

You aren’t due till the summer solstice, possibly near a Strawberry Moon? Probably not.  You are supposed to arrive when roses and and peonies and poppies are in full bloom.  When the tulips and daffodils have already done their thing.

Instead, you decide the Flower Moon is more your style.  You want late spring blooms:  lilacs and rhododendrons, daisies and violets.

Maybe you know your time here will be brief so you want to get a chance to fully experience everything nature has to offer.  Who knows?  All I know is this:  When the day is breezy and I open my bedroom window, the scent of the wild lilac bush right below my window comes up and wafts through my room, reminding me of you. And to think this year was to be your lucky year! Twenty-five years old on the twenty-fifth of May.

A Flower Moon child

In a rush, to see it all

Gone before you could

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #210 – Eerie

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. Short and sweet! Just like I like ’em.  Thank you for hosting, Sammi.

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Air stills

eerie silence descends

Mother Nature, as conductor

raises her baton

holds

With a flick of her wrist

thunder cracks

symphony has begun

Not Seeing Her – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday! And today I play. Blame Na’ama Yehuda for supplying this lovely image. Thank you, always to Rochelle Wisoff(no e)-Fields for hosting this weekly shindig called Friday Fictioneers. If this photo inspires you to want to write a 100-word story, just click on the frog below and add your link. Fun stuff!

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How many times do I have to come to New York without visiting the bloody place? Tell me! I came, back in ’90 or was it ’91? for a friend’s wedding. Then, we did the usual: Empire State Building, Central Park, Times Square, and… what? Nothing. I didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were and probably simply walked past them.

Twice, we left from New York to board cruise ships. What did we visit? Friggen Toys ‘R Us! Times Square. Central Park.

How many pictures of the Statue of Liberty from afar do I have to take before I visit her?

Weekend Writing Prompt #209 – Wanton

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.  This was a fun one!  Thank you for continuing this fun prompt, Sammi!

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What a tramp! Look at her flaunting her bosoms and bottom in that figure-forming dress!

Good grief, how archaic are you?  Why such a wanton attack on a woman who is confident in her own sexuality?

What does Chinese food have to do with this?

What?

Wonton. You said–

Wanton, fool

You mean sexually promiscuous.

More like malicious and unprovoked.

 

Totally random shot… but this flower is kinda confidently sexy, no?

 

Finding His Song

I decided to participate, nay, be inspired by the dVerse challenge from Monday. Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) was hosting prosery Monday and wanted us to use the following line:  “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”  We must use the line in its entirety, though we can change the punctuation. We cannot leave out nor insert other words within the line. The story must be exactly 144 words, not including the title.

Though submerged by a dark cloud engulfing him, he managed to trudge forward in life, participating minimally.  Damaged by a love past, he was unable to see the possibility of light and happiness, never mind hear any music.

“Come sing with us, Andrew. It’s all in fun and will surely lift your spirits!”

“Only mouths, are we.  Who sings? The distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things!  She took away my heart and the song within it,” he lamented. “It’s gone and I will never find it again.”

“You are right, you won’t.  Not if you continue in this fashion. You need to step away from that dark cloud, let the light touch you again, my friend,”

“Your friend?  What nonsense, this?”

“Nay, not nonsense.” She tended her hand, “Come with me.  It’s time to see the beauty all around.”

 

 

Right in the Feels

I had planned to finish writing a prosery for dVerse today. Or maybe start a poem on the colour blue, also from dVerse.  Instead, when I got home after walking home from work, I opened the mailbox (because the kids just don’t ever think of looking in that strange box beside the door) and found a card.

When I looked at the return address, I suspected I knew what it was.  What I wasn’t prepare for was my reaction to opening this card.

I had called Mon Vet Privé (My Private Vet) to come and do the necessary to make Zeke’s trip over the Rainbow Bridge a calm and stress-free one.  I will never regret that choice.  The vet, Dr. Monette, and her assistant, Daphnée, were so gentle, respectful and solicitous.

Zeke greeted them at the door and allowed them to check him over, totally trusting them.  They explained each step and it went over exactly as they said it would.  Gently.  They stepped away so we could officially say our good-byes and when we let them know we were done, they came back with a stretcher, a body bag and a blanket to cover him.  We watched them drive away, hearts heavy but knowing we had let him go with grace and dignity.

It’s never easy to say good-bye to a furry member of the family and when the time comes, you want it to be as gentle as this was.  So this card, I got?

Inside the card was a little baggie of his fur (not so sure I’ll keep that – as Iain said, it feels like something a serial killer keeps!) a print of his paw and nose…  I never, ever was expecting that.

It says:  In Memory of Zeke, from all the Team at Mon Vet Privé and the bottom says:  we offer our most sincere sympathies on the passing of Zeke.  Signed by most of the team.

I had heard some veterinary clinics sent condolence cards, but honestly? This was above and beyond I was so deeply touched, it confirmed I had made the right choice.

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom bloggers out there celebrating.  You Brits have already done so in March!

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.  Boy, did Sammi ever go digging for this one!  Heck, WP doesn’t even recognise the word!

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May 12, 1996, Mother’s Day.

Baby is due June 21.  “Sorry, you’re not a mother – yet!” was jokingly said.

May 25, 1996, son is born.

A joyous day that is filled with fear

All is not well with his heart and he succumbs

January 17, 1997, son dies.

May 11, 1997, Mother’s Day.

Still not a mother.

I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone

 

March 31, 1998, son is born

May 10, 1998, Mother’s Day

There is no denying this time.

I am still a mother.

My kids and me

 

 

A Word For Wednesday

I knew I could count on Marc to say beautiful words.

Be Sorry . . . Less

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not mans
-Mark Twain

I told Dale I would post today’s entry because I just do not want to let Wednesday go wordless. Not this Wednesday.

Zeke passed into the mystic on Tuesday afternoon. And as with any brilliant light, the end came much too soon. Because it is always too soon to say goodbye to such a cherished companion. She referred to him as a beautiful beast yesterday and a more fitting description you will not find. He lived a wonderful life as evidenced by this montage pieced together by the love of his life.

Good night, sweet prince.

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Finding My Face and My Place – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #129

When I saw Crispina’s photo, I knew exactly which one of mine I would matchy-matchy it with.  I had an idea brewing but couldn’t get to it until now. Of course my original idea is gone with the wind but that’s okay.  The joys of letting our muse have its way!

I have no character. There is nothing to distinguish me from another.  I’m just another faceless entity lost in the crowd, overlooked and unremarkable.

Oh, my child, you have much ahead of you. Do you think I was always this wise old crone?  I was once just like you. Uncertain and feeling that I was a never going to be special. We all are, you know.

Oh surely not you!

Surely, yes!  We all start off with the same blank canvas that life will carve and mold into what we are to become. You will see.  I already see much in you.

You do? I can’t believe I will ever become one with the earth again as you have.

Give it time.  It’s all in front of you.

Thanks to Tim for mentioning this song… It’s not but is related, isn’t it?