3-3-2020 – Ocean, Cars, Wind

I wasn’t lost, I just didn’t know where I was going. And other than the circles I had been driving in for the last hour, I had no direction. AFI, awaiting further instructions—suddenly, the instructions came. My phone connected to the car radio, dinged.

Highway 5 rolled along the ocean’s edge with barely room for a shoulder, but every few miles there was a scenic view pullout. I stopped at one of these and read the text.

“Death is the only way out.”

Well, then . . . this obviously wasn’t going to be easy. I stepped out of the car for some fresh air, hoping that a blast of oxygen would help me think. The wind was stiff, bracing. After filling my lungs with the salty air, I returned to my task.

Five miles down the road, I spotted my target—a run-down, weathered shack with a hand-lettered sign that read  “Death.”

Karen Hydock



Outside, the wind blew like it was frantic to get somewhere other than where it was. I wished it would go—to that somewhere as it was taking me in memory to the day ten years ago when a tornado loomed in my rear-view mirror as I drove my junk-pile I called a car home.

It was a 67 Chevy that had seen better times, but it was what I had. It couldn’t outrun the storm bearing down on me. I could only hope for the best.

There was no best. The brutal beast that is a tornado sucked my vehicle up. Whirled me around and threw my head against the window. I succumbed to darkness.

When I regained my senses. I scanned the area around me. The sun shone, and a rainbow graced the sky.

But how in God’s name did I get in the middle of the ocean?

Christine Howard

February 7, 2017 Prompt – “Under my hand the moonlight lay,” from The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

for the next two weeks our prompt responses will be based on a line from a romantic poem

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Under my hand the moonlight lay. It had been that way for just a moment before I heard the soft, but unmistakable sound of a squeaking floor board right behind me. I wheeled around to stare down the barrel of a Colt 45 in the hand of a very nasty looking character.

He grinned as he snarled, “It’s time to pay for all the trouble you’ve caused me.

My cheeks began to pucker.

John Gable

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I watched as the moon sunk into the opalesced surface of the ocean. For a few seconds it had sat as if held up the serenely tranquil sea.

I thought if I were out on the water I could cup my hands and catch the magic as moonbeams spilled into them. Then I would pour it into a bottle, seal it with a cork, take it home and set it on my bedside table. As I slept the magic of its glow would pour into my soul. It would conjure up marvelous dreams. It might reveal the face of my lover. It might tell me the path I must take to find him or it would bring him to me.

I sighed as I watched the light from the glowing orb spread it light on the softly drifting waves until it came to where I stood and washed over my feet.

I made a wish and a promise this night. If the moonlight brought me a lover we would return and be wed as the shone over the waves and blessed us with its radiance.

Christine Howard