Prompt – June 26, 2018 – Use the following words: drink – call – space – ladder – jam – cliff

Hiking along the trail that led to the Kilauea volcano, I looked forward to experiencing the beauty and peace that I always felt when I visited this beautiful area.  I needed to get away from my hectic life in Honolulu.  It seemed as though my days were spent trapped in traffic jams and crazy nonstop days at work.

Today is my day; I thought as I finally reached a cliff overlooking the island below.  Taking a drink of water, I felt my body relaxing as I inhaled the fresh air and the beauty of this incredible island.  Just for today, I knew that I could forget trying to climb the ladder of success.

Yes!  Aloha!  This is my time!

Jean Dunston

*****

I can see into space

Up the ladder I went

I couldn’t find the name

I couldn’t see a face

But time is short

I mixed myself a drink

I made the call

The man in the moon

Was in a jam

He fell off the cliff

He was

All over the room

I fixed him up

The best I could

I just happen to have

A jar of Elmer’s glue

A fable of time and measure

A fable of just what

Not to ever do

When given a prompt

You can’t pull

Yourself through

©Tim Segrest, 2018

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June 12, 2018 – Prompt – What is you were born in a different decade? What would you day be like?

Had I been born before 1910 I would have become a number one flapper. Suddenly the women stopped wearing corsets, cut their hair, wore short skirts and learned wild dances like the Charleston, black bottom and muskrat.

In the States alcoholic drinks were outlawed, but speakeasies thrived. Police raids were common and to spend a night in jail became a status symbol.

I can see me heading out with a boyfriend wearing heels, a fringed dress, long beads and a perky little headband with feathers. The long cigarette holder would be hidden walking past my father, but the camel would have been lit as soon as the car pulled away from the curb.

Ah, the freedom of short hair styled in a finger-wave over long hair piled on the head. Then the music, the free and easy music of jazz and honky-tonk. It was a time of social revolution and fun.

Submitted by Ellynore Seybold

*****

It isn’t a decade I am drawn to, but a time. A time when I feel I have lived before and it is the 1860’s during our Civil War.

What would my typical day have been—I had followed Clara Barton and become a hospital nurse. In the war I worked in a field hospital which was really a home requisitioned by the army for its use.

My days began early long before the surgeon arrived. My duties were to prepare the operating room. I washed the blood from the floors, filled the cabinets with clean linens and rolled bandages. I checked the supplies of the few medications that were available. I laid out the instruments for the many surgeries we would do in just this one day. I had seen to their cleanliness the evening before: the knife for incising the skin, the saw for amputations, probes to search for bullets, needles and thread to close the wounds.

By seven all was in readiness and in wait for the carnage of the day. As the sound of the guns sounded in the countryside around us. I took a deep breath soon a line formed of young men screaming in pain or passed out in its agony.

It became my responsibility to decide which of the wounded should be the first treated and which would be left to lie on the floor and later sent to be buried. If I had a few moments I would sit with a dying boy, hold his hand and do my best to comfort. I would pray or sing a lullaby.

Christine Howard

 

Write a scene with a dog, a window and a green hat using one of the three’s POV

A dog, a window, a green hat include all three and write from the perspective of one. I wrote from the window’s perspective.

Charlie was digging again, out under the apple tree in the shade. It was noontime, and the sun was bright overhead. I saw him lie down in the cool hole he had made. His eyes closed as he began his nap, but I could see that his ears were still on alert. It was a good thing too, for as I watched, a strong wind kicked up. Charlie opened his eyes and jumped up just as a limb fell out of the tree right next to where he had been lying.

Charlie sniffed the limb, then began to bark. I couldn’t see why he was barking until he moved to one side and I then I could see a green straw hat nestled into a fork in the limb. Inside the hat were five baby squirrels. June was inside the house and heard the noise. She ran past me and out the door.

“So that’s where my hat went to,” I heard her say as she went by.

Karen Hydock