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An Ode to Hitler

Posted: May 6, 2017 in Uncategorized

Pegman took us to the Yorkshire Dales today. I think seeing The Promise last week drew me back to the dark side of life. I apologize. Anyway, here is my 147-word story from Yorkshire. (Thanks, K. Rawson for providing an inspiring place to write!)

We met at a crossing between life and death.
Both of us treading lightly over a tarnished silver lining.
You lost your wife.
I lost my mother father brothers
and a sister.
But during those endless years, everyone lost someone.
Maybe, compared to other’s grief our’s carried no weight.
Babies died.
Babies were murdered.
Babies – of which we had none.
But the grief we felt was crushingly heavy.
We stumbled, you and I, before falling so deep we had no desire to survive.
Still, anger kept us alive.
We did our work, ate our bread and fought for watery soup.
Slept in rags on splintered boards balanced above skittering mice.
Sixty years later we sit, saying nothing.
There is no need.
Your twisted back and my childless womb say it all in a voice so loud it should shatter glass.
YOU COULD NOT KILL US ALL

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Secrets Well Spent

Posted: March 11, 2017 in Uncategorized

Brogues held together with heavy string, Bridget moved through the starving.
Every man, woman, child and dog smelled of death. There was nothing else to smell of – except dirt and longing.
The potatoes, peas, and onions farmers planted and harvested disappeared on great boats sailing to England.
As did oysters and ham. And a few stowaways.
But Bridget couldn’t sail away, not with two wee bairns clinging to her sleeve.
Nor did she have time to die, although her Sean certainly had.
On his deathbed, her husband whispered, “You’re a resourceful lass. You’ll do fine.”
No need to tell Bridget O’Donnell such a thing.
Two day’s worth of travel later, she slipped into Muckross House, unseen and unheard.
Bridget knew every secret passage.
Staring the proprietor in the eye, she said, “You’ll now be takin care of your children – and me – lest your missus be knowin’ what you’ve been up to.”

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An Unfulfilled Life

Posted: January 4, 2017 in Uncategorized

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The swirl and grind of life never fazed Annette.
She went to work, hated her job, came home.
She tended the children, as required.
Due to no effort on her part
all five grew into fine young men and women.
Annette observed them moving away.
Never bothered to call them
nor worried if they didn’t call her.

Once slim and beautiful, Annette grew fat.
She sewed larger clothes.
Her hair became limp and dull.
She cut it.

When Annette’s husband said she no longer cooked well
she bought take-out.
She attended his funeral without tears.
Not a soul attended hers.

(100 words)

 

 

 

Crossed Letters

Posted: December 26, 2016 in Uncategorized

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20 April 1746

Dear Ealga,
Meet me by the falls, beneath the rock where we
conceived our fair-haired Aednat.
You will not recognize me for I have been wounded – thrice.
The scars on my face are deep. Poorly healed. Hideous.
But, you will know me for the love
that still swells my heart
to the point of breaking
when I think of you and our wee lassie.
You will see it in my eyes.
Recognize me that way.
Come. Look for me among the stones.

17 April 1746

My Dearest Colm,
Soldiers have ransacked the highlands.
I have heard that on the morrow
troops will search the falls for traitors
and deserters. Do not travel there.
I will take wee Aednat to the ridge above Inverness.
If you still love us, join us there.
The Argyll Militia is on the march.
We can wait but two days.
Hurry! Search for us between the furrows.

 

 

50 Happy Things

Posted: December 19, 2016 in Uncategorized
  1. My husband. Handsome and true
  2. Freya. Our foundling kitty
  3. My sisters. Two of “The Sisters Three”
  4. Snow
  5. Sun
  6. Crunching leaves in the fall
  7. An evening with friends
  8. Aerobics
  9. Yoga
  10. My friends at Aerobics and Yoga
  11. Thoughts of my parents – deceased just this year
  12. Sewing
  13. Gardening
  14. Reading
  15. Traveling
  16. Did I mention traveling?
  17. Hiking
  18. Cooking – not baking
  19. Birds of ALL kinds
  20. The sound of water – lakes, rivers, the ocean
  21. My friend’s cabin in Colorado
  22. My friend in Colorado
  23. Polka dots
  24. The color green
  25. Or red
  26. Candlelight
  27. Lavender
  28. Black and white photos
  29. Coffee
  30. Tea
  31. Tennis
  32. Velvet
  33. My best friend’s children
  34. A good pair of reading glasses
  35. Rain! Oh, yes I love rain.
  36. Touching base with old friends on Facebook
  37. Audiobooks
  38. Clean sheets, dried in the sun
  39. Wearing sweatpants all day
  40. A good haircut
  41. Laughing children
  42. The call of a raven
  43. A blue heron in flight
  44. The sound of crickets
  45. Drums
  46. Dancing, dancing, dancing
  47. My writing desk – three stories up in the trees
  48. Christmas garlands
  49. Horses
  50. Seltzer water

Here’s how this works: set a timer for 15 minutes; timing this is critical. Once you start the timer, start your list. The goal is to write 50 things that made you happy in 2016, or 50 thing that you feel grateful for. The idea is to not think too hard; just write what comes to mind in the time allotted. You may find that if you use numbered mode, and just type what comes to mind, like me you will have enough time for more than 50. When the timer’s done, stop writing. Finish whatever sentence you’re on, but don’t add more. If you haven’t written 50 things, that’s ok. If you have more than 50 things and still have time, keep writing; you can’t feel too happy or too grateful! Add the photos, links, instructions, etc after you finish the list––the timer doesn’t matter for getting these details down; it applies to the list itself.

To join us for this project: 1) Write your post and publish it (please copy and paste the instructions from this post, into yours) 2) Click on the blue frog at the very bottom of this post. 3) That will take you to another window, where you can paste the URL to your post. (folks have trouble with this, but it’s not that hard. 4)Follow the prompts, and your post will be added to the Blog Party List. Please note: the InLinkz will expire on January 3, 2017. After that date, no blogs can be added. Scan to the bottom of this post to find the inlinkz.

Please note that only blog posts that include a list of 50 (or an attempt to write 50) things that made you feel Happy or 50 things that you are Grateful for, will be included. Please don’t add a link to a post that isn’t part of this exercise; Dawn will remove it. Aside from that one caveat, there is no such thing as too much positivity. Share your happy thoughts, your gratitude; be creative; be happy and grateful, and help us flood the blogosphere with both!

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The P.O.W.

Posted: September 28, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Wednesday/Friday has rolled around once again. Today’s story weighs in at 99 words, Finally, I’m under the 100-word limit. I have good news to share. My story A Perfect Death as been accepted for publication in the October 17th edition of the on-line magazine Sweet Tree Review! I’m super excited.

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I’ve seen too much, felt too much
Lost everything
Nothing is what it should have been
What I’d planned
At seventeen

They took me and bent me
Into a man I don’t recognize
I walk through my days
Guarded and stealthy

Waiting to be taken again
Waiting to be thrown into a box
Beaten and hounded
Starved
Frozen
Unbearably alone

But I’ve done what is needed
To keep me sane
Made plans

Behind this door?
Enough food to keep me alive for a year
That door?
Blankets upon blankets
What?
The last door?
Can you not hear the voices?

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He Said

Posted: September 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

By the sixth month of the remodel, Frankie couldn’t bear Nancy’s screechy voice.
“You said it’d take three weeks!”
“You said pink tiles! Then frickin’ put in blue! And them stairs is too damn steep!”
“You said…” “You said…” “You said…”
When’d you turn into such a punk? Frankie thought as he said, “Yeah, Hon, I’ll fix you right up.”
Frankie went to Billenger’s Hardware, bought pink tile, five feet of rope and a sheet of canvas.
“Nance?” he said to the neighbors. “Uh, she went on a little trip.”
Nancy was right. Replacing the blue tiles with pink was a good idea.