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.”

 

 

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?

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.”