“This Guy Knows…”

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“O.K.! You old beat reporter, let’s go.”

“Not going,”

“What?”

“I told you at lunch!”

“I thought you were kiddin me.”

“Nope.”

“Alex! Would you just get to the point,

please and thank you.”

“I tried”.

“Well you didn’t try hard enough.”

“The man doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Well why the hell not? He’s changing

the way people think.”

“Yes. Yes, he is.”

“Alex, it’s a good thing. No?”

“Definitely.”

“He should be giving interviews left,

right and center!”

“No. I agree with him.”

“Damn you Alex! If I believed so strongly

about these things, I’d spread it like wildfire!”

“That’s the point Jim.”

“Huh?”

“You’re right. Wildfires spread so fast that

no one stops to think why.”

“Alex you need a shrink.”

“Jim?”

“Yup.”

“Ever heard of the calm before the storm?”

“Natch!”

“Fires get out of control. Right?”

“Hell yah!”

“Animals run when the sense danger.

They don’t run towards it do they?

“Um, no.”

“So, getting everybody riled and upset about

things won’t help. His has a good message.”

“That’s what I’m sayin! He should tell everyone.”

“Yes Jim. I understand where you’re coming from,

and he is telling everyone.”

“Who is this guy. Really?”

“You tell me.”

“You’re scaring me Alex.”

“Jim. Exactly, and this guy knows.”

©J.E.Goldie 4/24/2019

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“Naw” In response to the BrewNSpew word prompt: “Ecstatic” April 22, 2019

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BrewNSpew Word Prompt w/o Apr. 23, 2019 “Ecstatic”

“What are you doing!”

“My Lit homework.”

“With a dictionary? Are you nuts.”

“No, and it’s not a dictionary, sort of.”

“Sort of? It’s either a dictionary or not.”

“Nice use of grammar Shakespeare!”

“O.K. Professor. What “sort of” book is it?”

“Well, it gives the meaning of words and

synonyms for the words.”

“Aha! You mean it’s a Thesaurus.”

“That too.”

“O.K. Now, will you tell be what you’re doing?”

“Right! We were given a word and asked to use

it in some way. Maybe a poem, maybe a story,

maybe…well any way we wanted to use it.”

“And, Mr. Hemingway.”

“Here’s the genius part! You’ll love this!”

“Can’t wait.”

“Very mellifluous of you my mentor.”

“Cut the crap.”

“Here’s the fun part! The word is “Subterfuge.

Look here in the, Dictionary.”

“I know what it means.”

“Listen is says: deceit used to achieve an aim,

simple right?”

“Yah if you’re a con artist. So, what?”

“So, I looked at the synonyms.”

“Yes, and.”

“And, in one little dictionary, I found trickery,

guile, cunning, intrigue, deviousness, deceit,

duplicity, deception! Really juicy words!

Ain’t It great!”

“Sure, great! So?.”

“So, I took the first letters of the word and

wrote a poem!”

“That’s a poem?

“Yah. Why?

“It doesn’t rhyme.”

“You really know how to hurt a guy. All along

I thought you were my friend. Talk about subterfuge.”

“Awe c’mon. I’m just saying.”

“Would you rather I said I was Ecstatic?”

“Naw.”

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Subterfuge

S tratagem, slyness, scheme, snare, servitude

U npredictable , unsuitable, unreasonable

B luff, blurred, bogus, boggled, booby trap

T rick tactic twist

E xpedient

R use, racket, radical, raffish,

F acade, fake, fraud, fanatic

U nderhandedness, unethical, unscrupulous

G ambit, game, guile

E vasion

©Jen Goldie 4/24/2019

 

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“O.K. Einstein” in response to the Thursday Photo Prompt “Beyond” #Writephoto Apr. 18, 2019 by Jen Goldie

 

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#Writephoto Prompt “Beyond”

O.K. Einstein

“C’mon lets go!”
“No!”
“Why? C’mon!”
“I dunno.”
“Look! There’s a rainbow!”
“That’s not a rainbow. Something’s wrong.”
“Then, what is it?”
“That? That, looks like a prism effect.”
“Now your going all scientific on me.”
“Far from science my friend. It’s a fact.
Look here. Right here in my pocket dictionary

“You’re what? You brought that?”
“Yah. It says, and I quote, “A rainbow: is an arch of
colour in the sky, caused by the sun shining
through water droplets in the atmosphere.”
“Unquote!”
“Jim. Could you please be a little less, romantic.”
“Cute Joan. Look here it is, read this.”
“Oh, alright.” “Prism: A transparent object with triangular
ends that separates white light into colours.”

“Jim! That’s a prism effect!”
“O.K. Einstein. I’ve created a genius!”
“Must be something in those branches Jim.”
“Think?”
“Yah I think.”
“Jim, you’re the climber! Don’t look at me. My feet
stay on terra firma.”

“Joan.”
“I said no.”
“Joan. There’s something moving under that moss
over there.”
“Did you hear something?”
“No need to listen Joan. RUN!”
“You dropped your book!”
“Forget the book! Run!”

©J.E.Goldie  4/22/2019

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Remembering Kelly – There are times, when we can’t help but remember….

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          In the early to mid 90’s I got my first computer. Donovan built her from components and packed “Baby” with every program he had and then some. I had no knowledge of computers and so while he was installing everything he made me take notes. What a guy! I had a business that required an on-line presence and he graciously offered his services. Back then it was Pentium something and discs for backup. Baby weighed a ton! They were called towers and she was a tower alright.

          I was amazed at the freedom she gave me. I had a Talent Agency at the time. It was no longer couriers but images over a built-in fax program. I could be on-line, via a dial-up, which I can still hear ringing in my ears to this day and had the option to pickup a phone call via my Lan line through a pop up asking me to pickup or take a message. All extremely fascinating. If I got into trouble Donovan had set up a remote so that he had access to my system whenever I needed help. Watching the cursor moving things around was a little weird, but Donovan was doing his best to detangle me.

          As I got more and more comfortable with Baby, I saw a program that I was unfamiliar with. It was called POWOW. I asked him what that was all about. A Chat program he said. Hmm a what? Yes, he said just run it and makeup a name and create a password. Oh, I said. I wasn’t particularly interested in “Chatting” with “People” I knew nothing about. So, I left it.

          As time went on, I became more and more curious about POWOW, sitting around on my desktop. A kind of fear I was unfamiliar with, was making me increasingly curious. What the heck could happen? After all, Donovan wouldn’t put me in danger. Would he? So, I got up my nerve and ran the program. Filling in a name? As I was a sort of LoneWolf I chose that. Nope. So I added a “y”. So I became LoneWolfy. Good enough I thought and not really suggestive in any way. Maybe these “Chatters” would leave me alone. So, it runs. I see all kinds of categories for “rooms”. All kinds of rooms. Music rooms, kids chat, Family rooms, Vet rooms, Alcoholic Anonymous rooms, Gay rooms, you name it! I picked a Family room section. SAFE.

For some reason I picked The Dragonlady’s Lair. A little risky but it was a family room after all. Bravely I connected. Suddenly my screen was filled with dialogue. I watched very tentatively but was very leery. I felt like I was intruding on other people’s lives so I quickly left. Closed the program and sighed a great sigh of relief.

          I left that alone for some time. BUT as they say, curiosity got the better of me. Gradually I started feeling welcome. They chatted about their kids. The concerts they’d been to or just everyday occurrences. They started to call me Lone. Ah! A nickname already! These people were from all over. Seemed to mostly be the States but, however. I began to type in.

Friendly bunch. I cruised around a bit checking out other rooms. POWOW was frequently updating its capabilities. Instructions to download Beta this or that. Fortunately, there were, what we referred as Techy friends in The Lair and they could guide us through the installations. Also frightening. You could have a Private chat, share websites together and we all learned how to build a site. Updates brought robot voices, coloured text and other capabilities I can’t even recall what else. Emoticons weren’t the thing then. We all had a very long list of strings of letters like OMG, Tc, Rotflmao etc and we stored them in F keys. It was fascinating how the robot voice could translate the OMG to actually say Oh My God.

          The Dragon Lady’s Lair became my on-line home. Much like Face Book is today but different. Information, advertisements and pleas for donations weren’t a part of the program. It was simply an on line community. People helping people intellectually and emotionally.

Here’s where Kelly comes into the picture. She created the Dragonlady’s Lair. It was her room and her rules. Anyone causing trouble or being abusive in any way was bumped out by the program. As it turns out we all eventually discovered that she was on Oxygen 24/7 and started the room to keep herself busy and to try to help people in any way she could. Although Kelly was fragile in a physical way, she was a mental giant. We all loved her dearly. She was the Boss and was to be taken seriously. She helped me over many hurdles, as she did others. She even helped me recover from an on-line/off-line romance that went terribly wrong. Yet another story about giving your self away to people who can manipulate you, if you let them. She saw it coming. Who takes advise? But this is not my story.

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What I know

At one point she lived in California. Where? I’m not sure. I do know that she was a Hippy. She made leather Chaps, dresses and other types of leather clothing and jewelry with stones she gathered. Her nick name was Little Britches. In her lifetime she’d been a waitress, and long haul truck driver, an endurance horse rider and who knows what else. He hubby was an Engineer and Todd towered over her tiny presence physically. Todd was a gentle spirit. They’d raised Apoloosas for a time but the dream was to own a small log cabin, somewhere where peace and tranquility prevailed. Well they found it in the south-east corner of Idaho. It stood on “K” mountain and with a view of the mountains of Montana. A precious Border Collie named “Taz”, 10 cats, 3 horses and whatever wild life came to their door.

          That part of Idaho was ranching country. They lived outside of a town called Salmon, with a population of about 2800. Kelly got herself a job working with computers. Quickly mastering technical skills, she was able to install, repair and take a computer apart in no time. Somewhere along the line she made the decision to be a force behind improving the internet situation in the Salmon area. No small feat. She needed the power lines and the cattlemen behind her. She was responsible for establishing the first Internet Provider in the area. All this from a 5 ft, 100 lbs wet, determined woman.

          I guess the hippy days in California and the fact that she smoked both cigarettes and weed took its toll eventually. But not before she won the war. Not before I found a friend. Not before I got to visit that little place of heaven a few times.

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These pictures are etched in my mind. They will live there forever. They will always remind me that home is where the heart is. It was my home for a short & sweet time and being there brought me contentment & a feeling of peace. My friend Greg commented that “It sure looks like a corner of Paradise there. You’ll carry this trip in your soul forever.” Yes, I will…I spent another 2 weeks there over New Years 2000 and another two Summer visits and funny! but it was still like “coming home” for me.

Her last Christmas Todd asked me to come to visit. They arranged and paid for everything. He said she wanted me to come. I had no money but that wasn’t even a consideration. My family was not impressed. Miss Christmas? Fly away on Christmas Eve? Then forget dinner we eat at 7pm and you’ll be at the airport.

Yes, I said.

          A usual they had to drive 4 hours to pick me up. Salmon was 4 hours or so from the nearest international airports. Plus, it was Winter. The mountain drive through Montana to Salmon was hazardous but Kelly’s daughter was as determined a woman as Kelly herself. When we finally arrived at about 2 am I discovered that they’d held off their Christmas for me. We opened a couple of gifts and tucked in. I’m going to have to interject here. My own family couldn’t have dinner a little earlier on Christmas Eve. My mother gave me cab fare to get to the airport. These, practically complete strangers, drove miles to pick me up and held their Christmas until I arrived.

          One evening after the festivities Kelly and I got to talking until way into the small hours. It was dark, quiet and cleared skied. She motioned to me to get a small box from under a table. Inside were several pieces of jewelry, including some rings which she’d made. Pick one, she said. I wear that ring all the time. Hardly ever take it off. People ask me about it constantly. Inside the band are the initials L.B. for Little Britches. I tell them about Kelly, her accomplishments and kindness. I tell them she was a 5’ 100lb wet force of energy. I tell them she was strong till it was her time to go. I tell them of her generosity of spirit. I tell them that she was a force of nature. I also tell them that I was blessed to have found her in a little chat room on-line called THE DRAGON LADY’S LAIR.

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DEAREST KELLY,

– my letter-

I will never forget you. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking about the way things are now technologically. We did have some fun times didn’t we? I imagine Taz and Chivon are with you now. I hope Taz is behaving and you’re having some great rides with Chivon.

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You used to eye those unused saddles on the back porch. I know you wanted to ride. I guess that tiny roach you had from years ago is still in the jewelry box. Too bad we couldn’t have finished it off down by the creek as you’d hoped. I think of you often. I still wear that beautiful ring, always. It’s a symbol of warmth and strength for me. Thankyou for being you Kelly.

Love Jen xo

p.s. I still have the t-shirt that Nukie designed for the Lair, and the hat. Oh! And the Dragon Art work. One of your Dragon Babies with the amethyst crystal sits on my desk. And Kelly? Maybe one day I’ll come visit and bring you some white daisies like the one’s you had in the garden. TC, Jen xo

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©Jen Goldie 

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“Transformation” in response to Sammi’s Writing 104 Word Prompt #102 “Impress” Apr. 20, 2019

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Sammiscribbles Prompt #102

Transformation

 

“Ah! C’mon Jerry! Yah win some an

you lose some. You know that!”

“Yah I know Eddie, but this was prime!”

“Jerry. Every time you lose it was prime!”

“Ed? I worked on this one for over a year.

“O.K. Jer. Some just don’t transform

the way you want them to. Get it?”

“But I really liked the odds Ed. How could

I have been so wrong.”

“Um Jerry?”

“Yes?”

“Yah always impress me. But yah can’t

make a silk purse outta a sow’s ear.

All that glitters ain’t gold.

Never mind there’s others.”

“Very funny! Very funny!”

“Funny? Hell no! I was impressed!”

©J.E.Goldie 4/21/2019

 

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“I Always Had an Easter Dress” written Easter Sunday April 21, 2019

 

“C’mon, you’ll be late for Easter Sunday.”

“O.K. Mom. I love my new dress!”

“Well, I made it especially for this day.”

“I know Mom, it’s beautiful!”

“Here, let me help you. I embroidered

the neckline.”

“I know, the flowers are great!”

“Where’s Dad?”

“He went fishing.”

“Oh.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“No dear, I have things to do.”

“Oh.”

“Will Dad be home for Easter Dinner?”

“Oh! Yes of course! We’re having a

Special Easter Dinner like we always do!”

“Can I stay home and help?”

“Oh No! You have to go to Church. It’s

such a special day. You know that.”

“Oh, yes, I know Mom.”

“O.K. Then, you’re all ready!”

“Mom.”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Why won’t you come with me?”

“Oh, darling, it’s a long story. I’ll

tell you one day.”

“O.K.”

“Now! Off you go! You look so pretty!”

“O.K. Mom.”

 

©J.E.Goldie April 21, 2019 Easter Sunday

 

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Good-Bye………

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“Mom?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Did you see my school project?”

“No, I didn’t”

“Here! Let me show you. I got an “A”!

“That’s nice dear”

“Mom?”

“Yes, Dear,”

“It’s over here, wanna see it?”

“I’d love to dear. I just have to finish

this chapter first.”

“O.K. Mom.”

 

§

 

“Dad?”

“Yes, pumpkin.”

“Did you see my school project?”

“No, pumpkin.”

“Wanna see it?”

“Certainly, I do! Just let me get these

Papers in order.”

“O.K. Dad.”

 

§

“Pam? Did you see your Mom and

Dad yet?”

“No.”

“Well, are they coming?”

“I don’t know.”

“But, it’s your 25th birthday!”

“I know.”

 

§

 

“Hon? Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“I’ll go get the car.”

“O.K.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I never got to say good-bye.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/21/2019

 

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“Oh…I…” – A story

 

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“Hey Joe! How’s things! I got a new car!

Man, you should see it! It’s the best car

I’ve ever had! All the features! Next week

we’re driving up to the Casino in Niagara!

Man! It’s gonna be a blast! My Uncle Ted’s

gonna come along with us. Haven’t seen him

in years! Did I tell you I won 10 grand on

the Lottery? You should have been there

Man! I swear I must a woke all the neighbours!

It was so funny!”

“That’s great…….”

“Then! To beat everything else I got engaged

to Pam. She was as surprised as I was.

I guess you never really know where life’s

gonna take yah.  We’re planning the wedding

for next June.”

“Nice.”

“We think we’ll have the reception on a yacht,

that’ll impress em! Then, cruise the lake.

Ever cruised the lake before Joe?”

“No.”

“We figure about 100 people, maybe more,

once Pam gets finished!” Anyways, where yah

been? Haven’t talked to yah in maybe a week,

maybe more.”

“Here, right here. I left a few messages. Figured

you were too busy to notice.  Saw you talking to

Bob and the others…. Look, I’m gonna be very

busy in the next two weeks, maybe even longer.

I have important things to do. Nice talking to

yah. Glad things are going well for you.”

“Oh…I…”

©Jen Goldie 4/20/2019

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“Hope Not…” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge: CCC 23 Apr.18, 2019 “Papa Painted The Walls”

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“But I like this house John. It’s cute.”

“It may be cute Beth, but its odd somehow.”

“Why? Because of the colour?”

“Well, that yes, and it’s a mess.”

“John, of course it’s a mess. You would

be too left sitting with no one to care

about you. Like I do.”

“Beth. You’re trying to sweet talk me.”

“Who me?”

“Yes you. You’re just too wonderful Beth.

What would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t buy this adorable house.”

“O.K. My sweet. We’ll buy it, but on one

condition.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“When the locals give us the instructions

for a new paint job. You won’t complain.”

“Easily done John. Why would that bother

me?”

“Oh! I don’t know, but I think it has to do

with New Comers and you might have to

sacrifice something, somehow.”

“Oh John! You kill me!”

“Hope not.”

©J.E.Goldie 4/19/2019

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23 Apr. 18, 2019

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“The Dinner” – Good Friday 4/19/2019

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“George?”

“Yes Helen.”

“Why aren’t you on-line?”

“It’s Good Friday Helen.”

“George, really! Why am I making dinner

for 10 people? Which reminds me, will

you please take out the trash.”

“Of course, Helen, just let me finish this brief.”

“Brief? You’re working?”

“Yes, I told them I’d have it done by Tuesday…”

“That’s 3 days away George.”

“I know my days of the week Helen, dear.”

“I don’t like that tone of voice, and don’t call

me dear. It feels patronizing.”

“O.K. Helen, I get your point.”

“George, I haven’t gotten to my point yet.”

“Well, Hon, be my guest I’m all ears.”

“Before I forget, your new suit is in the

upstairs closet and I put the shirt and tie

with it.”

“What shirt and tie?”

“The shirt and tie I want you to wear. That

shirt and tie!”

“Helen, I’m capable of dressing myself. I’ve

been doing it for years.”

“Yes, I know,”

“Excuse me?”

“I usually do George, but it’s Good Friday,

plus, we have guests coming. No excuses.”

“Helen.”

“Yes?”

“Will you let me in on the original point of

this, discussion please.”

“O.K. You’re usually so adamant about being on

line with your “Friends”.”

“Yes, I am. We have global issues to discuss. The

world’s going to hell in a hand bag, or hadn’t you

noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed George.”

“So, what’s your point.”

“George you spend all of your time on-line,

with your cronies discussing the horrors we

see everyday.”

“That’s called responsibility Helen.”

“Yes, I get that.”

“And?”

“And, on one of the Holiest Days of the year, you

abandon those responsibilities, and your friends.

I wonder what Jesus would have to say

about that?”

“That’s not fair! This isn’t about Jesus!”

“George? I thought it was all about Jesus.”

 

“Now please take out the trash. I have to peel

the potatoes.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/19.2019 (Good Friday)

 

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-Or the beginning-

 

“Not Another Word” part II of II an extension of Crimson’s Photo Challenge #22 from Apr.11/2019 “And did those feet”

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“You know Joan, its pretty nice these people letting us

stay on such short notice.”

“Yes! Especially since they could hardly see us for mud.

If you hadn’t had  our faces under a rock, maybe we

wouldn’t have almost drowned.”

“Nan! How was I to know they were going to flood the area.”

“Joan, if that guy hadn’t rushed over to warn us,

we might have really taken a tumble!”

“Nan?”

“Yes?”

“Nan.”

“O.K. maybe I’m exaggerating a bit.”

“Bit! You’re making it sound like I was out to kill us. Nan,

I value my life way too much for that. Yours too, of course.”

“Nancy? Why were you so darned curious about those rocks?

I mean, besides the fact that they had a stripe or two.”

“Stripe or two! If we hadn’t been in such a damn hurry to get

out of there, I’d have told you.”

“Told me what? You have my undivided attention.

This better be good.”

“O.K. You see there’s this pink house.”

“Pink house. O.K.”

“Nan?”

“Yes?”

“Nan.”

“Yup.”

“I said Pink house Nan. You didn’t really have to repeat it.”

“Joan dear I was just making sure I was following correctly.”

“Right. So, as I was saying there’s this strange pink house.”

“Joan?”

“Yes, Nancy?”

“Is this going to be a long story? I mean,

I’m a little tuckered out.”

-TO BE CONTINUED-

©J.E.Goldie 4/19/2019

 

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“I Might” in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 April 18, 2019 Photo Prompt: “Perspective” by Jen Goldie

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I MIGHT

 

“Hi Kelly! Did you get those shoe’s you wanted?”

“No, they were out of my size.”

“Awe, I know how much you wanted them.

Couldn’t they order a pair in your size, from

another store?”

“No. Apparently they’re completely out of stock.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll survive.”

“Hey! How about we take in that new Art Show

downtown? They say it’s amazing! It’s called,

The Human Perspective.”

“What? A bunch of dummies hanging upside

down, overhead? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m dead serious.”

“Now there’s, a perfect perspective.”

“Kelly! You kill me!”

“I might.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/18/2019

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 Apr.18/2019

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“The Professional” in response to SammiCox weekend “61 word” writing prompt #101: “Charlatan” April 13, 2019

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61 word “Charlatan writing prompt”

*Some words in this prompt may offend*

The Professional

Why you swindler!

You fabricating, faker!

You unmitigated bounder!

How dare you, you

Conniving charlatan!

You imposter! You imitator!

You shamming shark!

You four-flushing phony!

You double-dealing hypocrite!

You Fucking asshole!!!

“That’ll be twenty bucks.”

“Twenty!!!”

“Yeah twenty. You only asked for

the cheap degradation deal.

another twenty and I will

take you to hell.”

“No, it’s ok I’m done.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/17/2019

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The Hand Bill

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Statement: So! O.K. What’s this?

Answer: A hand bill.

Statement: A hand Bill.

Answer: Yes. Read it.

Statement: More junk!

Statement: Just read it.

Answer: What a waste of time!

Question: Well?

Answer: Just throw it out!

Statement: O.K.! I will.

Statement: Well do it!

Statement: O.K.!

Statement: Here! Gimme that!

Statement: No! Never mind.

Demand: Gimme! What’s it say for God’s Sake!

Statement:  I Love You.

Answer: God! More junk!

 

©J.E.Goldie

 

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“Not Another Word” part I of 2 in response to Crimson’s Creative Photo Challenge #22 #CCC “And Did Those Feet” Apr.11,2019

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“Hey Joan, Come here.”

“What’s yah doing Nancy?”

“C’mon, kneel down. Get closer.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake Nan my knees aren’t

like they used ta be. I’ll never get up!”

“Joan?”

“Yes?”

“Joan.”

“Ok. Ok what’s so important.”

“Look here! These rocks are striped.”

“Ok. I’ll admit they’re striped. I could see

that standing.”

“Joan? Look around. Do you see any other

striped rocks around here?”

“No actually.”

“Right. Then why do you think they’re striped?”

“I really don’t know Nancy. But I do know you’re

probably gonna tell me.”

“Well, when I was in Glasgow last Summer…..”

“Hey! Hey Ladies! Get outta there, now!”

“You Sir are interrupting me!”

“Now ladies! Please! Can’t ya hear that?”

 

“Nancy.”

“Yes?”

“Get your backpack. I think I saw a B and B

a mile back. Hopefully they’ll let us clean up there.

And Nancy?”

“Yes?”

“Not a word. Not another word.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/14/2019

 

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“Yes, Miss Cross…” in response to “Reena Saxena’s Exploration Challenge #82” April 11, 2019

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“Ryan. Please collect your things.”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

“Ryan? Don’t doddle. You always doddle!”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

“Ryan? Have you heard a word I’ve said in the last

ten minutes? It’s been at least ten minutes since I

first asked you to get yourself ready. Are you lost in

that tiny little head of yours?”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

“Ryan. Listen to me please.”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough. That black hole you refer to

as your mind, is nothing but empty space. Are you

listening to me?”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

“Just leave Ryan, get out of my sight!”

“Yes, Miss Cross.”

 

©Jen Goldie 4/13/2019

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #22 posted April 11, 2019

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What Do You Want?

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question: What have I done to you now?

answer: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

question: So, what’s wrong?

answer: Why do you ask?

statement: You seem so distant.

reply: Didn’t know you cared to know.

question: Why do you say that?

answer: Didn’t think you were interested.

statement: Of course, I am.

question: So, you called then?

question: Called when?

statement: That’s what I mean.

question: What do you mean?

statement: You called because you care.

statement: I didn’t call.

statement: That’s what I mean.

question: What the hell have I done?

answer: Nothing…absolutely nothing.

statement: Fine.

answer: Yup.

question: What’s the matter with you?

answer: People like you.

question: What’s that supposed to mean?

answer: You figure it out.

statement: You’re strange.

statement: Typical response.

statement: Forget it!

statement: Just what I’ve been trying to do.

statement: Oh, cold shoulder routine.

statement: No, Survival tactics.

question: What?

statement: Expect nothing…get nothing.

question: What the hell do you want?

answer: Nothing, absolutely nothing.

question: So, what’s wrong?

question: Why do you ask?

©Jen Goldie 

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“Stay Close” in response to Crimson’s Creative Photo Challenge #22 #CCC Apr. 10, 2019

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“Ladies and Gentlemen please stay close as we approach this area.”

“What’s the big deal Pat? It’s a path with stones. It looks like cars or something have driven through here.”

“You always question things. If the man says to stay close, then for heaven’s sake stay close! Or would you rather be close to her, over there?”

“Where?  Oh! “

“Pat! Eyes back in sockets. Just stay close to me. Okay? Too much to ask?”

 “If you look closely, you’ll notice the stones are randomly set. That is, to say, they were never actually placed here.

I m-meant to s-say, they weren’t  r-really put here by anyone, or anything in p-particular. I mean, oh never mind. Just stay close.”

 “C’mon let’s go explore, Pat. How bout it?”

“Well Men! Looks like we lost two more. Ken, contact the next of kin”

 

©J.E.Goldie 04/11/2019

Crimson’s Creative Photo Prompt #22 Apr. 10, 2019

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Katharine Hepburn – A story

 

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It was 1976. It was The Royal Alexander Theatre in Toronto, Ontario.  There I was standing inches from Katharine Hepburn, with buckling knees, I might add, having been pushed through the crowds by a “friend”. We’d just seen “A Matter of Gravity”.

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The view from the second balcony was exceptional, sort of. I say exceptional, exceptionally high, that is. We made our way out of the theatre amongst the formerly dressed Theatre Crowd and proceeded to go home. That’s when we saw a gathering of people and the adventure began. I was coaxed into asking her for her autograph and she politely said “No”. She must have seen the look of horror on my face. She quickly remedied the discomfort by saying that I should give my Program to the Box Office and could pick it up tomorrow. Little did I know that the encounter would result in over 15 years of correspondence, as succinct as it was, most of the time. Miss Hepburn was known for her short greetings, even amongst her friends.

After the encounter we were on cloud nine. Thoughts of going home became, where can we get a drink and talk about this. We quickly found a bar and discussed the situation. After a few drinks we made a pact. We planned to hand-deliver 2 pink carnations after every remaining performance. We didn’t consider the fact that it was in the dead of Winter or how difficult it could be to buy 2 pink carnations at any given time. We were too young to worry about details. The goal was the goal. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do if we set our minds to it. So, we set the pact, toasted to our resolution and went home.

I’m not quite sure where we got the carnations but one of us must have bought them on the way home. Home being a good forty-five minute subway ride from the downtown area. We hadn’t considered the travelling aspect of our venture, but that didn’t effect our determination.

We faithfully stood at the same location each visit. Not wanting to be in her face, we decided that a good distance from the front of house stage door would be more polite. Each time we casually presented her with the two carnations, unwrapped and respectfully visible.

As time went on she would stride towards us and jokingly chide us about spending our money on her. We’d quickly pass the time of day and Fisher, her driver, would escort her to the car. Yes, the car, just a simple sedan, nothing over blown. No pretense with this woman. She’d climb in, and one time she looked back and said, I’m just an old dog. Then off they’d go to The Windsor Arms Hotel. The hotel had a special suite for her visits.

 

 

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It was interesting how people began to wonder who we were. It appeared to them that we must have been great friends as she’d come straight to us. Somewhat amusing, but she was that gracious and did as she pleased, much to the chagrin of her well dressed public.  Somehow, she knew we simply were expressing our admiration in a small way and wanted nothing in return. She knew that instinctively.

As I said before, it was the dead of winter. One matinee day, we were standing in our usual spot and realized that her car and Fisher were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly Fisher comes running towards us waving us to come with him. As it turned out, she decided to leave by the back-stage door. So, we followed him. We made ourselves comfortable on a snow bank and waited. She came out and told us she wanted to get a nap before the evening show, accepted her flowers and headed to the car. The saddest thing was that the few mink clad theatre goers that happened to be out back began to bang on her car window. It was quite the show.

One extremely cold day, for some reason, we’d bought the carnations the day before. To keep them fresh we put them on the inside windowsill. HORRORS! They had frozen overnight and we had no option but to take them to her. So we tentatively made our way to the Theatre. She was as gracious as ever.

Towards the end of the run she asked us if we’d like to see the show. As we’d already seen it we hesitated. Well? She said a little confused. It was almost a slight on our part. Of course, we said and that was that. I’m inviting you to the final performance. You can pick up the tickets at the box office. Just ask for K.H. tickets, she said.

 

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Well here we were at The Royal Alexander Theatre being ushered down to the front row, two carnations in hand. She’d given us seats down left of the stage, where the majority of here scenes were played. We felt a little out-of-place but knew, she knew, we’d be there. I must say we felt very special. She had a way of doing just that.

One thing she didn’t tell us, and why would she, was that Ms. Hepburn refused to work and indeed live, anywhere with temperatures above 60 degrees. We froze. She insisted that the stage door be open which, as I knew, was directly behind stage left, not far from where we were seated.

After the show Fisher made sure we had our goodbyes and Ms. Hepburn got her flowers from us. She told us, in a note, that all of the carnations were still beautiful, even the frozen one’s survived.

 

 

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The Letter:

“You are very sweet-you two-standing out in the alley

with your toll.

I do really enjoy flowers.

And they last and last because I use very little heat.

So the collection of carnations grows and grows.

Even those two frozen ones survive – so do we –

don’t we – if someone takes care as you do of me.

You two make me happy.

Thank You. Katharine Hepburn”

 

The experience was very special. There was no pretense. No ulterior motives. Just another journey. We sent short letters, and the usual holiday greetings to her in New York, which she replied to. Some type written, perhaps by her personal assistant, Phyllis at the time, but always signed. I could see that her signature was getting shakier. One funny exchange, we’d asked how her foot was. Her hand written response was “The wheel chair version is rather fun.”

I continued to write. At one point in 1982 she wrote back, after having hurt her shoulder. “I’m fine – – the papers are slightly idiotic – – just a shoulder tear.” I saw her signature getting less and less steady.

The last letter I have is from a response dated III – 10 – 1994. 

“Dear Jennifer – Thankyou –”

 

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Born: May 12, 1907, Hartford, Connecticut

DIED June 29, 2003 (aged 96)
Saybrook, Connecticut

 

 

“But Mom!” in response to BrewNSpew word prompt “Pretend” Apr.8,2019

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“Well young man! I’ve had just about enough of your silly games! You make up such nonsense. Honestly! You live in a world of fantasy, just like your father used to!”

“But Mom, it’s …”

“You’ll get that butt into your room RIGHT NOW!”

“Mom? It’s really gonna…”

“If  you MOM! me one more time and don’t get moving, I might do something I’ll regret! Now Move!”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Yes, Ma’am what?”

“Yes, Ma’am I’m sorry”.

“That’s better! Now Go!”

“Yes Mom.”

“Well, Mrs. Parker, there’s really nothing we can do here. It seems he just, um, slipped away. We can’t pretend to find anything that would account for his, um, death. G’day.”

©J.E.Goldie 4/09/2019

BrewNSpew word prompt “Pretend” April 8, 2019

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