November 5, 2019 – Prompt – River, Stone, Branch , Cloud

The reflection of the sky in the quiet and still lake showed one cloud as it floated on towards the river.   I traipsed knee-deep through the lake just because I could . . . stepping gingerly over the round rocks on my unshod feet . . . ouch . . .  A branch poked into my leg.   I wonder why I didn’t see it . . . the lake is so clear.   That was silly of me.   One would think I would have seen it.

What a beautiful day it is.   I breathe deeply and can smell the forest of pine trees, the sweetness of the grass; I can hear the sound of the water flowing down the rapids as the lake pours its soul through the rocks below.   Hear the birds?   I do . . . Tweet, tweet, tweet.   Oh, look at how they dance together.   There is a little one just chasing the hawk away.   I bet there is a nest over there, and the bird is protecting it from that hawk.    I love to watch them in action.    Oh look see the chipmunks scurrying in and out of that downed tree with the knotholes.   Chasing each other as if they have nothing else to do.  Oh look, he stopped, and another fell right into him.   Ha ha ha . . .  they make me smile.    Ah the love of wildlife and nature.   There is so much joy in the watching.

And now . . .  back to reality . . .  but I always have this to review in the avenue of my mind on another day.   I do that, you know.   I bring these memories out when I am having a bad day . . . they change my spirit into something bright.

 

-eileen detloff

October 22, 2019 – Prompt- The leaves were crunching beneath my feet, then I was falling through a hole

The leaves were crunching beneath my feet, then I was falling through a hole.

I awoke a while later, how long exactly I do not know, a few hours perhaps. At any rate, the sun had slipped down the icy blue sky to tickle the tops of the trees. That was my view from the bottom of the hole. It was a small hole and I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was cold. I bent my arms and legs—everything seemed to be in working order. I stood up slowly. Stretching a bit, I found that I could get my eyes above the top of the hole. I scanned my surroundings, looking for whatever must have propelled me into this predicament. I found a foothold and was about to clamber out when movement in the trees caught my eye. I stood still and watched. A woman wearing a turquoise green cloak was bent over, speaking to a pumpkin—a jack o’ lantern to be exact. I saw the candle light from the gourd, and I saw the woman as she took a fan from the folds of her cloak. She spoke softly, then flicked her fan. I saw, for an instant, the pumpkin, then a second later an Adonis—that was the word that came to me. The male form that appeared was superb in every way. The woman took out a flask and gave a drink to the man. He looked at her with love and lust.

Karen Hydock

 

October 15, 2019 – Prompt – A cold wind carries the whispers of scarecrows.

A cold wind carries the whispers of scarecrows. The owl hoots screeching in tones my ears cannot bear.   The greyed image staggers in front of me making my eyes squint for clarity.    The darkened cloth brushes against my skin, raising the hair on my arms.  I can smell the sour stench . . . What?

Pumpkin vines growing on the hillside…   fall is here.   My favorite time of the year. . . . Tense, skittish, fearful, ever alert, listening, seeing, over-compensating for the sounds I hear.   Sudden spurts of fear magnify the giggles and laughter . . . Ah to be a child again . . .

Eileen Detloff

October 8, 2019 – Prompt -“We Get Along With A Little Help From Our Friends”

It was early in the month of May.  I was listening to the songs of the birds and the chirp of the smaller creatures in the woods.

Who knew that today was the day it would happen!  I’d always thought it would never happen. But now it had!  It was unthinkable.

I stumbled along the trail from deep in the woods where I’d been hiking.  I had been walking confidently as I followed the familiar trail.  The day had seemed like any other.  The sun was shining, and a whisper of a breeze rustled the leaves in the treetops.

Suddenly I’d felt an odd sensation, kind of like you feel when you stand up too suddenly after lying down.  The next thing I knew was that I was lying on the ground with one of my legs twisted in a way it shouldn’t have been able to go.

I whimpered to myself for a few minutes and decided that wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I started yelling for help.  That didn’t bring anyone either.  All it did was to make the chipmunks quit chirping, and the birds quit singing.

Then to my amazement, I saw, coming towards me on the trail, my pal and my best friend, my dog.  I had left him in the car with the windows down, but apparently he had heard my cries or maybe just got tired of being alone!

And so it is, that I made it out to the trail-head with a little help from our friends the birds and especially my best friend, Toby.

 

Lorraine Ueeck

 

September 17, 2019 – Prompt – The Room is full of me.

“The room is full of me?” Asks Shannon. “Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Another Shannon is suddenly next to her and responds, “Gee, I’m just as lost as you are, and we’ve both got double the same brain put together!” The first Shannon starts and tries to catch her breath, but before she can hope to the second, Shannon splits into another two. One with three eyes and the other with a cowboy hat. They both look at each other and back at the second Shannon looking for some sort of answer.

The second turns to the first, and now the other 13 Shannons in the room are very confused. Cowboy hat Shannon is in a panic as a Shannon with yellow hair and purple skin walks up to her and touches her shoulder. She pulls a gun.

“Awwlright, you precious varmints here’s how this is gonna go; I better start getting g answers as to how or why y’all are ‘round here, or my trigger finger here’s gon’ get reaaal itchy reaaal FAST!”
A Shannon in the corner with a microwave for a head raises her hand and beeps up.

 

Shannon Meza

“The room is full of me?” Asks Shannon. “Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Another Shannon is suddenly next to her and responds, “Gee, I’m just as lost as you are, and we’ve both got double the same brain put together!” The first Shannon starts and tries to catch her breath, but before she can hope to the second, Shannon splits into another two. One with three eyes and the other with a cowboy hat. They both look at each other and back at the second Shannon looking for some sort of answer.

The second turns to the first, and now the other 13 Shannons in the room are very confused. Cowboy hat Shannon is in a panic as a Shannon with yellow hair and purple skin walks up to her and touches her shoulder. She pulls a gun.

“Awwlright, you precious varmints here’s how this is gonna go; I better start getting g answers as to how or why y’all are ‘round here, or my trigger finger here’s gon’ get reaaal itchy reaaal FAST!”
A Shannon in the corner with a microwave for a head raises her hand and beeps up.

 

Shannon Meza

September 10, 2019 – Prompt – Blue, Mirror, Glow

A glimpse out of the corner of my eye caused me to leap off of the jump seat. I banged my head on the metal rack above me and cursed when I reached up and felt blood. Even after that commotion, I could see it—a blue glow moving slowly, almost beckoning me. I grabbed an oily work rag and held it to my head as I followed the light. It was bouncing along the narrow corridor, the passageway lights blinking along its path. I heard the ship’s whistle but focused solely on the mesmerizing object I followed. No one was supposed to be here—I had expected to be alone. Maybe one of the crew was participating in some of the evil pranks I had heard so much about. I was gaining on the light, then it stopped and I grabbed for it. I reached out with such vigor that my whole body went over when I missed. I fell into a mirror mounted on the wall at the turn of the hallway. It didn’t break, but I cut my hand on an unseen mount. Switching the rag between my head and my hand, I stumbled into the darkened break room. Lights flipped on and a dozen people shouted, “Happy Birthday!”.

 
Karen Hydock

August 6, 2019 – wall, tall, call, nail, dial, hollow

Four Fridays

Four of the Fridays that
I waited for a call,
presaged the times
my emotions took a fall.

Wait, wait some more but
unwilling to dial,
That person in my life

Wait, with a stomach feeling hollow,
Wait some more, unable to swallow.

From side to side
I rocked and swayed down a hall,
Promised myself this time I exit
not walk into a wall.

Mike Duree

July 30, 2019 – Prompt – Broken Glass

  There was no more room for coffee cups, too many were crammed into an already full cupboard. Jessie sighed and set her newest acquisition on the counter, promising herself that she’d sort through and find room for it later.

 The doorbell rang just as her coffeepot dripped out the last drops into the 12 cup carafe.

  Jessie opened her front door to the county sheriff.

 “Hey Denton, come on in. What can I do for you today?”

“Mornin’ MS. Jessie.”The smell of coffee caught Denton’s attention, he looked in the direction of the kitchen.

  “Coffee, Denton?” Jessie asked.

 “Sure, thanks.

  Denton ambled in behind Jessie and waited while she poured two cups. The cup she handed the sheriff was large and black and had a slogan from the Red Pony Saloon.

 Denton’s cell rang as he took his first sip. His reaction to the caller was immediate.

  “Jessie, I gotta go.”

 Denton took off out the door—coffee cup in hand.

 Karen Hydock

July 23, 2019 – Prompt – Street Corner

Street Corner
I was standing on the street corner watching the cars go by. A gust of wind swooshed my skirt into the air. Holding it down, I saw a $20.00 bill land at my feet. I picked up the money and walked away. Wow, being paid makes me finally, a professional street walker.

Ellynore Seybold

July 16, 2019 -Prompt-The Blue Stone

The Blue Stone Retrospection

I hate jewelry.

I’ve always hated jewelry. Ever since I was a child watching my mother’s six sisters haggling around the dining room table on which was a pile of worthless garish bling shortly after she died. They sparred, connived and bargained over every nauseating adornment as if their very lives depended upon which ugly piece each could cajole from the others. And each ornament seemed so revered, as if each indefensible amulet would make its owner prettier, brighter, wiser, appealing, magnetic. Each hideous bauble would, no doubt, earn the prospective owner the love of an admiring suitor for several lifetimes. It was nauseating. That started it, my disdain for jewelry. Good grief. The stuff was beyond awful.

And, what a waste of money each ornament is these days. What will a bucket full of turquoise rocks get you? You can’t depend upon any appreciation in value – most of the time this costume stuff depreciates to nothing in no time flat. Every time I see a woman waltzing by loaded up with bling, I say to myself, “Lord, please save me from that one.” If I ever had the misfortune to have a relationship with one of them, I can see myself living a dismal life beholden to her undying attachment to these diminishing treasures.

Really, who would rather store stones than money? Who would rather hoard intrinsically worthless metalized rocks than something of intrinsic value (like, property, buildings, or, horrors, cash)?” These people would be better off buying barrels of oil!

But then, one day I was confronted by one of my friends who, upon listening to me rant about my disdain for jewelry, ventured, “So Lloyd, what makes you happy? What possessions give you joy in life?”

Well, I did think about it for a while. And I answered, somewhat sheepishly, postulating what was forthcoming, “Books. My books. Oh, and my model aircraft. And, I guess, my couple of antique cars (if I ever get them refurbished).  My collection of photographs, many of them now fifty years old. And, I suppose, my dogs.”

“So, how much would all those things be worth if you sold them tomorrow?”

Well,” stroking by beard, “Probably not much. Probably near nothing.”

“You heard it first here, Lloyd. Better step down off that high horse of yours.”

Lloyd Rain