June 18, 2019 -Prompt – Jack and Jill Went . . .

A New Take on an Old Nursery Rhyme

Jack and Jill went . . . . Well not climbing up that dumb hill, they went into business together.  Their business Hillside Plumbing after years of carrying buckets up and down that damn HILL, both had bad knees and even poorer attitudes.

One day Jill had an epiphany when she saw a man cleaning out the ditch with and excavator, Why couldn’t they dig through the hill put in a pipe to the water source and have all the water they needed at the bottom of it, instead of climbing up the  high slope which their knees complained about.

Once they had the pipe the village was amazed, and one day a customer coming for his daily quota of water remarked, “it would sure be nice if I could have water piped right to my house.’

After he left, Jack looked at Jill. “Why not!” and Hillside Plumbing was born.

Now Jack and Jill are rich, and they have a butler who brings them a glass of water whenever they ask.

Christine Howard

 

 

April 24, 2018 – Prompt – salt, light, hand, cover, water

It wasn’t long before her hand started to shiver, the water was ice cold and with the light going out it felt eerie and depressing all around.
“Where was Robert after all,” she wondered. She looked anxiously all around at the darkening sky.
“Will he make it safely over the icy bridge and come looking for me,” she wondered.
The car was a total wreck and her hand was turning numb and cold, stuck in the mangled, bent, metal of what was once a car door. Yes, her wrist was broken, crushed probably with the impact, as the car had skidded over the wet pavement and hit the rock on the side of the lake. It all seemed such a loss, and now the wave of darkness slowly crept over her consciousness as she fell asleep.

Tim Bhajjan

*****

The beach where I live has a wide sandy area. One day I took a walk in the morning sunlight, and something on the stretch ahead caught my eye. A section of cardboard laid on the ground near a grassy overhang. Wary some crab or jellyfish might be under it, I extended my hand and turned the covering away. Much to my surprise, I found a hill of salt. A trickle of water ran around the white grains from the runoff above.
Bending down, I looked at the mound closer and saw small black bugs depositing one salt grain at a time onto the salt hill.
This was most curious. So, I followed the trail of beetles up on the grassy ledge above me. There, someone had dumped a load of road salt on top of the bug’s home. They were busy removing the grains away from the entry to their tunnel.
This taught me a good lesson. That there is more intelligent life beneath our world.

(c)A.Nation2018

Nancy Nation