When Autumn Comes – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #43

I knew where I wanted to go with this one. Then I had an internal struggle. Then a physical struggle. Then the words would not come in the format I had envisioned. They say that is part of the process, writers do, say it, that is.  So I took a step back and started over.

Welcome to Crispina‘s weekly challenge. Anything goes, as long as you don’t go past 150 words. Click on her name, the rules and regs, soft as they are, are right there!

When Autumn Comes

It hangs on a hook, waiting till autumn comes.  Different garage, different hook.  Yet it was placed there as soon as we arrived. I don’t even know if it was me or one of the boys who hung it up.

It’s just a stupid flannel sweater-cum-jacket.  Older than – hell, I have no idea how old it is!  It seems like it has always been there. It has been worn to rake leaves, tie bushes, change tires. It has been thrown on in dead of winter just to cross the street to get to the convenience store.

I wear it now, when autumn comes.  I rake my leaves, do my best to do the yard thing. No, I don’t change my tires – that’s what family are for!

It is the first item I reach for when I’m doing the stuff you used to do. When autumn comes.

 

Word count: 146

 

Emma Why – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

Welcome to Crimson’s Creative Challenge. I didn’t think I’d come up with something and then, well, I did. I love that this challenge means pretty much anything is accepted, as long as we keep it under 150 words.  Can’t say I blame Crispina. For challenges, that means a lot of reading (and I try to read all the participants’ entries too, so. Yeah. I do my bestest to keep it at 150 or less).

Emma-Why

Mommy! Look at the ducks!

I think they are geese, dear.

I thought ducks were white and gooses were black and white like the ones in Canada.

Geese.  And there are different types.

Why are they geese and not gooses?

I don’t know.

Why are these geese here in the parking lot?  Isn’t it hot for their foots?

Feet, not foots.

Why is is feet and not foot?

Good question. English is funny that way.

Can I pet them?

Oh no! Geese are notorious for being nasty.

What is notorious? And they look nice.

Notorious means they have a bad reputation.  Don’t disturb them; they probably think we are on their territory.

That’s silly, Mommy. They should be in the water or in the air!

You’ve got that right, Emma-Why.

Why do you call me Emma-Why?

Gee, I wonder why!

 

Word count 150

 

And since I like to add a photo of mine, here are some Canada Gooses 😉

 

 

Steps – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40

Good Thursday night… for twenty minutes, anyway!  I wasn’t sure I would participate in Crispina‘s challenge this week and then, I thought I would just supply a “reply photo” but then found two and couldn’t decide on which one to use and decided to use both, then thought: “I can’t just plop two photos!” So I thought I’d write a little story but then nothing came to me and, driving home from work, a haiku came to mind. Only to promptly disappear as I parked my car.  Sigh.  As I played with my pictures, other words came to mind so. Well. This is what you get!

Where do these steps go?

In the middle of no where

How can I resist?

Do I see a light?

This is an invitation

I cannot resist

More steps up ahead

A neverending journey

Makes life worth living

Requital – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39

This is out of my norm but it’s all Crispina’s fault. She gave me the idea so I ran with it. This is a part two of my Friday Fictioneer story, though I hope this stands alone.  Should you want to read it, click here.  As always, the CCC challenge is open to so many possibilities. To play, click on the CCC and see the rules and regs.  Easy peasy! Today, no poetry, though 😉

Have a fabulous day!

Requital

“Hello, John. Sleep well?”

“Why am I chained?”

“To show you how much I love you. You know, like you did Sally, Francesca, Maria and Brenda. Brenda was my best friend. You wouldn’t know because you cut her off from us. I tried to warn her about you but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Oh, gimme a break. She was an easy mark.”

“Still so cocky.”

He stretched out his arm, pleading, “No. This is real. I love you.”

“Oh, can it, already! You’re so full of yourself. I’ve been studying you for a long time. I knew exactly how to reel you in. It was so easy to pretend you were my whole world.”

“Anna?”

“Sorry, Shark Bait. Too bad you cut yourself while fixing your motor and a wave knocked you off your boat.

She sliced his outstretched arm, pressed a button and released him into the sea.

“Bye, John.”

Word count: 150

Crossing Paths – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34

It’s been a little while since I participated in Crispina’s challenge. Life and all that. Inspiration and all that. However, today, here I am with a little poem and a responding picture of mine.

Have a fabulous Tuesday – what’s left of it!

Crossing Paths

“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
Sylvia Plath

How long and how far matter not, in

Time spent sharing our friendship

There is no reason to quantify or qualify

And every reason to cherish it

Be it months or years or decades

Casual, formal, or all in

That old cliché poem

“A reason, a season, a lifetime”

Speaks the truth

The short and the sweet: thank you for our time

The on-going, going strong, let’s keep on keeping on!

The gone too-soon but never to be forgotten?

May we meet again in another realm

Pierre, Patricia, Roxanne, Brenda, Guy, Mick, Richard, Patrick

I’ll be expecting it. Me and all of you

Up in the air

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Word count: 121

Heed the Sign! – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32

A little silly ditty for this morning. Sometimes that is the only way to go. Right? Right.  Thanks, Crispina, for the weekly challenge!

 

Heed the sign!

You may not enter

You may not cross

‘Tis my domain

I am the boss

Don’t even try

For you shall fail

Can you not read?

No Junk Mail!

Word count: 32

Kinda sorta same message 😉

A Family Represented – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29

I know, I know. I should NOT be hanging out in front of my computer. I have boxes to schlep!  However, I took a look-see at this photo and knew exactly what I wanted to write.  Plus, it’s good to take breaks, right? Thank you, Crispina, for taking me away from my “duties” for a few minutes! And how cool that the challenge number 29 was issued on May 29.  Coinkidink?  Mayhaps…

A Family Represented

Marie returned, once again, to her family’s window ledge in their church. She placed the fifth candle, to the right, lining it up with the other four, and allowed her tears to fall. She could not believe she was back here again so soon. Within less than six years, she had lost her whole family.

First Mom with meningitis.

Within two years, her brothers Steve, Paul and Rick. Each of them hemophiliacs. Each of them recipients of blood transfusions over the years. Tainted blood. Before testing was as rigorous as it is today.

Her father grew ever more despondent. His broken heart couldn’t take it anymore and it stopped working.

He couldn’t stay, not even for Marie.

 

Word count: 120

 

Based on a true story – an ugly bit of history.  I know it didn’t only happen in Canada.  More here.