2-25-2020 – Just a Few More Steps

By now, it was obvious it would be long after sundown when I exited the forest onto a road. Wouldn’t be much help — the sky was moonless. I was eight thousand feet elevation on a south face of the Wallowas at the top of Mule Peak. My pickup was five thousand feet and six miles below.

I’d placed a portion of ashes near this lookout where she almost froze to death. My objective accomplished, all that was left was to hike back down the meadow, long in shadow from our star sinking beyond Oregon’s Cascades into the Pacific, and then through the timber. I knew the forest below was choked with bug-killed blow-down. This project had been risky. But travel below the open in the dark would be dangerous.

I fell frequently. The pin and screws put in three months earlier to fasten several pieces of my left femur back together held. Thank you, Jesus and surgeon. I tripped and crashed for hours in the opaque blackness. Went a mile the wrong way before realizing was holding the Garmin GPS upside down. Stupid!

Finally, I came out on an overgrown road remnant from past log skidding — good! I thought, just a few more steps, and quickened my pace. I body slammed the locked door of my dark blue Silverado.

Damn— it was dark.  =|;-)}

Donavin Leckenby


The Rive Gauche and the Arc de Triomphe- Magnifique! I am delighted with my first trip to France. The cramped space of the airplane, the long journey, and the steep price of the hotel are still worth it. I now look up at La Tour Eiffel- the jewel of Paris, a sight I’ve longed to see, one previously only seen in travel brochures. I wait in line for a chance to view the “City of Light” from the upper deck. Just a few more steps, and I’ll begin the climb. Then, up and up, I go -just a few more steps. The hot summer sun is beating down on my souvenir bereted head. Just a few more steps, I tell myself. My legs are cramping- I need to stop and rest. “C’mon old man,” a teenaged American tourist blares, “It’s just a few more steps.” Sweating and panting, I finally reach the top. What a view! -it was worth the struggle. This is great, but how do I get back down, as the elevator is out? I see the same bratty kid look at me and say:” Get goin’, it’s just a few more steps.”

Tom Rutherford

November 24, 2015 – Prompt – All Dialogue

Prompt was to be All Dialogue  and use the words: yesterday, wallet/purse and revolver



“Once again I have lost my purse.  Yeah , I know, if you want to find something ask the blind guy.”  


“Honey why don’t you put your purse in the same place all the time, I don’t  mind helping but this is getting tiresome “ he replied.


“Yesterday and the day before yesterday   I am always losing it and it gets frustrating “ she said.


“Put it the same place”


“Where?  thats my problem I have no place to lay it down or hang it up, she complained, just no place at all.  I use what ever place is handy then forget where it was.  I feel like I’m in a revolving door, stuck, just going round and round and accomplishing nothing”


“I don’t mind helping but your right about where to put the purse.  Why don’t we make a shelf or hang a hook for it?”


Valerie Cook



 In Paris

“Pierre, were you in Paris yesterday?”

“Oh yes, I was there,” he said looking sad.

“What is your opinion on the matter?” The English man asked.

“We have government coming in and going out like a dance revolving around a central figure.”

“I was detained and could not attend. Were many people there?”

“The streets were lined with crowds. You could not imagine. There must have been a hundred, no maybe 200,000 people. I have never seen so many blood thirsty people in my life. Some cursed thief even stole my purse. I thought that leather sack was well hidden.”

“Now to get back to the main event, as we might call it, how was that?”

“Bloody damn awful, as you British say. It is something I never want to witness again. That damn guillotine is one hell of an instrument.”

Ellynore Seybold-Smith