Missing Zeke – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #156

When I saw this week’s Crimson Creative Challenge Prompt, I thought, hmmm… reminds me of another we had done, awhile ago.  So I went searching and was surprised to find that the prompt, no. 108, was issued on December 3, 2020, and I responded, as I often do, the next day, so on the 4th.  Exactly five months later, my boy Zeke was with the angels.  And now?  It is six months, to the day of his passing. I guess sometimes there is a numerical thing that goes on. This time with the number 4.  Anyway. I digress and blather on. A little poem, for Zeke

Eleven months to the day I wrote about you

How you had slowed down and we had switched places

Where once you waited for me,

I now waited for you

Five months to the day, you slowed to a stop

Passing over the Rainbow Bridge

Such a lovely expression, isn’t it?

 

My walks still take place in various woods around me

And each time I think how much you would

have loved this one, or that one

I sometimes think I see you out yonder

And I wait and I wait and I wait

But I know, deep in my heart

it is naught but wishful thinking

True Reflections – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #112

This has been hanging out in my drafts since, well, forever!  I had trouble finding the original challenge since Crispina posted it last December… and I took my picture a few months ago, thinking, I seem to remember there being a puddle reflection back sometime ago.  I was right and here is the result.  Good thing Crisp insists there is no time limit 😉

 

There are those whose reflections are pristine:

perfection personified, not a flaw to be found.

Are they true?

Does the pretty exterior hide an ugly interior?

One should not be so quick to judge:

not the too pretty, nor the too plain

for neither may be truthful

The imperfect reflection

may actually hide

the real and honest beauty

hiding inside

When we stop judging the exterior

and take the time to learn what hides beneath,

both the pretty and the plain

can shine with their own version of beautiful

 

 

 

What Lies Beyond? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144 & #143

Good Thursday my peeps!  I feel like have not participated in a CCC in way too long.  Which really, has not been that long as it was less than a month ago. I can’t seem to get a handle on the time, lately.  Anyhoo, I had plans, big plans for CCC #143 and then did diddly-squat.  So this week, how perfect that Crispina chose a photo that I could not only matchy-matchy with but which I could put together with the previous week’s and again matchy-matchy!  It takes so little to please me…  And I am way short of the max of 150 words so I shouldn’t get in trouble.

 

What Lies Beyond?

 

What lies beyond this fence of grass?

Is it safe; can we see?

We cannot help but ask

 

To the left, lies the golden sea

After which you will find

A town, or rather a piggery

 

And to the right, don’t be surprised

Are two tall structures

Not meant for our kind

 

But straight ahead, do not be shy

Chances are, when all is calm

There will be ones like you and I

 

 

Pay No Heed – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #141

When I saw this week’s CCC prompt, I was fairly certain where I would go with it. Then I did. And went over the word count. Forgiven, Crispina? Hopefully this garnered a chuckle which saved me a good chastising.  Hope you enjoy my little silly today 🙂

First, we set up a guard, trying to keep the hooligans out.  Maybe we should have made the sign bilingual?  No matter what language it was in, they ignored it.  And the guard.  Not that he put up anything near close a fight, actually.  Truth told, he went and hid under the stairs, quivering as they walked on his head, so to speak.

Once past the gate, the hooligans were meant to be discouraged them from crossing the stream on their way to our pond.  This time it was in English. Did that deter them? Not on your life. They feared no prosecution.  Even laughed from below and wallked all along until they reached their destination.

A sign indicating the water was dangerously deep did not give them pause.  Rather the opposite – just like we knew it would. He he he. The over-hanging branch was further invitation.  First one dove and landed, head in the super soft muck, legs sticking out from the waist down. Or was it up?  We sat back and laughed, watching them help their buddy up and running off our property.  We knew this group was taken care of.  Why none of ’em ever tests to see just how deep it is, is beyond me. Serves ’em right, little bastards.

 

 

No Go – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #124

Went through some of my pictures and came up with an idea to go with Crispina’s picture. Then the idea didn’t really go anywhere, so I decided to, once again, piggyback onto Na’ama’s lovely story.  Consider it part two to her part one. Found here. Crispina says we are to have fun, fun, fun… so I did, did, did!

No Go

“Aaron.  What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, Ella, I’m helping to ‘make it work’ as you said when we got here. I know the stairs are steep and I know they are rotted but you know it’s just a question of time before some curiosity seekers decide to risk it.  While those who do not know the path won’t find it from below, I figured I’d add a little extra deterrent to those who come from above.”

“I have to admit it’s quite something. The flowers are a nice touch, too.  You’re not worried it almost looks inviting?”

“Nah.  I figure people will admire my structure, wonder what it used to be, take some pictures and keep on hiking.”

“Let’s hope there aren’t others out there who are more inclined to explore…”

“Now who’s being a Negative Nelly?  Don’t worry, we are gonna be fine.”

 

 

Look at Them – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #122

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Crispina’s challenge.  I could not resist this one!  Thanks for hosting, my friend!

Oh, look at those two!

Would you look at those two?

What? What about them?

What that Muslim couple?

Aren’t they the sweetest?

Muslim? Where did you get that idea?

Yeah, I suppose. They must be newlyweds.

Well, look. He’s ahead and she’s behind, in her place.

Awww. Remember when it was us? Side by side all lovey-dovey…

What an assumption!  I think he’s just waiting for her to catch up.

Hey, we still have our moments! Come here and let me remind you.

Right.  Now that you mention it, he kinda does look like he’s waiting for her.

Oh you… Don’t move! I’m coming!

They look like a sweet old couple to me

We’ll show those young’uns how it’s done!

I hope that’s us one day…

From Call to Embrace

Well here’s something I never do… combine not one, not two but three challenges into one.  Oy!  Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #197 asked us to use the word “call” in any form, using 41 words; dVerse from a couple weeks ago, asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word embrace.  Crispina’s lovely image for her CCC #199 prompted me to go looking for images for my usual matchy-matchy which sent me in the direction I went.  I figure there are many who are separated during this stupid time and it must be difficult.  Couldn’t help but bring out the romantic in me.

 

I call to you
You call to me
Accept this we can do

Now

We laugh, we share
We joke around
It’s how we show we care

Until

There comes the day
We know it will
Nothing stands in the way

No longer an eventuality
it’s now become reality

We embrace with more than
Words and stolen glances

arms around each other
heart against heart, now
beating to the same rhythm

Reaching up,
I caress your face
whisper in your ear

kiss me
je t’aime

Who Are We To Judge? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #111

Why not?  It’s not like I have last minute shopping, wrapping, cooking, showering… Oh dear!  Off I go!  Thank you Crispina for your weekly challenge of fun, fun, fun!

Would you look at him up there, lording it over everyone with that pose!

He really doesn’t have to show off in that manner.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

Heard tell he worked bloody hard to get up there.  I think we shouldn’t judge.

Yeah maybe.  But he’s alone.

Maybe that’s how he wants it.

If you say so.  What about that poor bugger. What’s up with his story?  Riches to rags?

Nah, he’s low maintenance Doesn’t require much.

Not too good at choosing his perch, obviously. It’s awfully wobbly.

Maybe he likes adventure. Who are we to judge?

What about us?  We’ve done all right, don’t you think?

Absolutely.  It’s nice to be happy with what you have, yes?

Yes.  But would it hurt you to turn around when you talk to me, though?

Oh. Sorry, Mate.

That’s okay. Go back to sleep. I won’t judge your lack of manners.

 

Hangin’ Around – FF & CCC #110

This is a rarity.  Me, combining two prompts.  But both pictures came in on the same day. And while I couldn’t think of what to write for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers nor for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge, last night a thought came to me using both! Why not?  Plus, I added one of my own, for story’s sake.  And double plus, it’s Mick’s birthday today and he would have been 57 and he loved silly fun.  And I apologize to both of you for going over the 100 and 150 limits.  For that reason, I’m not adding my links.  No one can give me hell.

Who hung you up like Jesus on a cross, Elf?  And for goodness sakes, why?

Oh, ahh… gee. Now that you mention it… That wasn’t the look we were going for, I assure you. It’s so I don’t fall down.  And I’m up here so I can see the Christmas lights!

Well you look bloody ridiculous. And it’s daylight.

Have you looked at yourself, Scarecrow?  You’re kinda in the same position as I am but way down there.  And seriously, couldn’t you have added something bright to wear? You’re positively drab! And darkness is coming, my friend.

It’s not exactly as if I chose my outfit, yanno!  Besides, I’m actually working here.  Who has time to hang around and look at lights when there are birds to scare away? 

Dude. You have got to stop being so serious.  Let your hair down… err… you know what I mean. All work and no play makes for a boring life.

It IS getting dark… I’ll be off duty, soon.  What can you see?  Is it worth it?

Ooooohhhh… sooo pretty… We gotta find someone to jack you up!

 

Hey Good Looking! – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #107

While Crispina’s bird is a lot bolder in colours, I think mine would make a nice fit… what say you? Always fun to try and find something to go with her fabulous photos! I sense romance might be in the air…

 

The sound of a wolf whistle assailed her ears.

“Hey, good looking! How’s about you leave that snow and join me up on my perch?”

“Are you talking to me?  Did your folks not teach you some manners?”

“Come on, pretty lady, come over and say hello, why don’t you? I promise I’ll be the perfect gentleman.”

“Why don’t you get off your perch and come and join me?”

“In the snow? Brrr!”

“You British are a wimpy lot, aren’t you?”

“And you Canadians are a feisty bunch, I say!  I like it!”

“Not afraid I’ll be too much for you?”

“Come on up and show me what you’re made of…”

“You really are such a charmer…”

“So, you coming?”

“Move over, big guy.  Let’s see what you’ve got.”