“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” 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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“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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“The Party” Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8 #FFFC April 8, 2019

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“I think we’re early”

“What makes you think that you moron!”

“Well look! No one’s here. You sure this is the right place?”

“Have I ever, ever steered you wrong? C’mon spill! Have I?”

“Well there was that time 5 years ago when you……”

“Stop it right there buddy. Are we gonna delve into our murky pasts now? Get real! Look, it says right here. Shit! I lost the invite!”

“Oh I see and not once have you ever, and I repeat ever, steered me wrong.”

“You wanna step outside!. Let’s go yah wimp! “

“Excuse me Sirs. Which side of the bereaved family are you on?”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/8/2019

Word Count: 118 including title

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8 April 8, 2019 #FFFC

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“Old Crank’s Creek” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21 4/3/2019

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“Yah mean that pond down the there?” he gestured

“That’s Old Cranks’s Creek. Nobody much goes there, cept a few.

They say it’s a least a hundred foot below her. I liken it’s so, cause them that’s in the know, don’t go.” He grinned

“They say, at night, there’s a strange glow comes straight up the middle. I reckon that’s true too.” He said thoughtfully

“See over yonder? Just over there? That white patch? That’s where they put ‘em.” he pointed.

“I ain’t heard it myself, but they say, when the moon’s full, there’s moanin and groanin.” he said with a glint.

“Won’t see me within hundred foot of her.” he added stroking his beard.

“No sir!”

“But I ain’t stopping yah. Why don’t yah go?” he said looking towards the pond.

“That is, if you’ve a mind ta.”  he added, and winked.

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/3/2019

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21 4/3/2019

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A gathering of Stars VI – Touched by an Angel….

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Nine was puzzled, but pleasantly puzzled. He had a distinct feeling of Joy and harmony at the same time, but he was billowed.

How could this feeling be, he pondered, as he gazed across the now, brilliant sky, glowing and new. Brilliant blue. A few minutes before he’d felt lost and hopeless.

He drifted silently watching, as Dawn escorted Day into position with her floating array of mystery. He was constantly in awe of her beauty. He saw Day, as usual, acknowledging Night, as he slipped away, his stars and starlets still twinkling, in tow. North was still as bright and powerful as ever, but now fading with the brightness of Day. All looked well.

And Moon, well he guessed he was still sleeping his woes away behind some wayward cloud, unseen. That was a good thing, he thought, perhaps Moon would be edging his way back slowly on the morrow and less sorrowful, as Moon’s are apt to do.

Such a commotion had never been witnessed before last night, he pondered. At least not in his cloud-line. There was such a deep and powerful feeling of despondency throughout the entire celestial body. So deeply felt and so strong that it must have shaken the universe, he concluded. Like ocean waves rising high and plummeting below into the depths of sorrow.

Something possessed him to take a good long look below. Something he’d been reluctant to do for years, he sighed. Unexpectedly, a deep, long awaited and joyful smile embraced him. It was no longer about what he saw but what he could see. A new Dawn. A new Day.

He looked inward, his dappled grey had transformed into an iridescent white. He was himself once again and he knew why.

In the blink of an eye and as an answer to their cries,

they had been touched by an Angel.

 

©Jen Goldie 4/1/2019

 

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A gathering of Stars – V – I wonder…

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“Watcha talkin bout man! Watcha mean, ain’t never gonna be no moon again. That’s just dust! Shake it off brother!” taunted Sam.

“I’m tellin yah Bro! Listen up why doncha! Ain’t no dust on my billow. Check yourself out!” Grumbled Aadan.

“You bin listinin to them Starlettes agin? Man you got it bad!” jabbed Sam.

Aadan slowly drifted towards Sam, and looked straight into the centre of his cloud vapor.

“Mr. Sampson!” added Aadan, “ When my Dude Nine gets worried, I GET WORRIED! He ain’t no fluff! I got it right from the clouds mouth, Ok?”

“Hey you guys! Billow up! Here comes Nine!” whispered Aari anxiously.

“How is it that every time I see you puffs, you’re in a stratus?” He growled.

“Spread out! It’s already dark enough. We need to help North and the Stars shine through! Now, MOVE OUT!” Thundered Nine.

“Puffs!” he sighed, under his breath.

“Ok, where was I?” he pondered as he drifted slowly. “Ah yes, I am in a mess, I have to talk to Dawn, AND to top it off I am talking to myself.” He sighed.  

Just then a long shadow slipped into view. He shivered and shifted, so did the shadow. He swayed and it followed. It enveloped him in a soothing kind of way.

“Can I help you?” he offered kindly.

“Are you lost?” he questioned softly.

Still no answer, yet an ever questioning silence brought a sense of sadness to the celestial night air.

“Do I know you?” he once again offered. He began to feel a terrible melancholy.

“Can I help you?” he pleaded.

No amount of kindness or platitude could get a response. As quickly as it came it slipped away, leaving him desperately hoping it would return. He felt a kind of loss and sadness tinged with a sense of hope. As he looked towards the horizon, he saw Dawn and felt peace. A lovely, bright sense of peace.

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/31/2019

 

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A gathering of Stars IV – On with the Tale – 3/29/2019

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As the Starlettes streaked over to Nine, they could see Night encroaching slowly, but surely.

“Saige. That’s North with Night, right?” questioned Sally

“Yes, is sure is.” Confirmed Saige.

“I wonder where Moon is? Is looks pretty strange not seeing Moon with Night, doesn’t it.” concluded Sally

“Yes, it sure does.” confirmed Saige.

“Saige? Are you ok?” asked Sally with a concerned look.

“Yes, I sure am.” confirmed Saige.

“Saige! Wake up! What’s wrong with you? “

“Nothing and everything Sally. Nothing and everything.” Pondered Saige. “C’mon let’s get over to Nine.”

“Wait up! You guys!” puffed Sara, as she came streaking.

“Where were you?” questioned Sally

“Oh, I was just….”

“Nosing around, right?” Interrupted Saige

“Well, I wanted to….”

“Wanted to spy on Moon.” concluded Saige

“As a matter of fact, yes I was watching him. He’s almost fully eclipsed. No matter how often I see it, it, scares me Saige. I know it’s natural, but I still get a chill.” Whined Sara.

“Look Sara, Moon needs some time to rest and think.”

“Yah, I guess.” Agreed Sara, reluctantly “But!”

“No buts!” demanded Saige wisely.

“Shouldn’t you young’uns be taking your positions!” bellowed Nine, suddenly.

“OH! Yes sir! Yes! Sir.” They jumped to attention.

“Why, pray tell, are you scattered around like a bunch of dust particles!” DO TELL!” He thundered loudly.

“Uh, um, Saige? Why are we?” nudged Sara

“Well, SIR.” Said Saige politely

“We were just, sort of, um, thinking we might help you somehow, someway.” stuttered Saige.

“Oh, I see.” Said Nine. “It’s that obvious is it?” he grumbled.

“Well no! I mean Yes. I mean, well you’re looking just a little, um, unusual.” Reached Saige.

“Unusual, hmm. I like that. Unusual.” Softened Nine. “At least someone’s noticed.”

“Noticed?” shouted Sally “We’ve all noticed! Of course, we’ve noticed! Haven’t we all noticed guys?” said Sally looking for help.

“Oh yes! Yes!” said the chorus

“That’s fine girls, just fine and that puts a bright spot on my billow.” Smiled Nine warmly.

“I see Moon’s waning.’’ He added cautiously

“Yes, it’s so sad” cried Sara.

“I also see North’s taking a primary position in the heavens tonight.”

he continued, as they looked at him hopelessly.

“Well,” offered Nine “I still have my silver lining.”

“You do?” cried the Starlettes, hopefully.

“Yes, I do.” Confirmed Nine, confidently. “BUT!”

“But?” Saige asked carefully.

“But I’m afraid my Silver Lining may not still have the same effect it used to have on “Those Below”, he indicated, sadly. “Someone, somewhere, somehow is going to have to remind “Them”. Then perhaps things can change.” He added optimistically.

“You girls go spread what glow you have left, as hard as you can and I’ll try to stay out of your way. Be brighter than you ever been before tonight. Promise me.” directed Nine.

“We promise!” said the Starlettes, as they crossed their points.

“Now off you go quickly. I have some puffing up on my mind and some spring cleaning to do before Dawn arrives, then we’ll have a word or two.” Said Nine as he floated away a little more lightly.

“Sounds great!” said Sally excitedly.

“Yes,” nodded Saige. “A little more promising.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/29/2019

 

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“A gathering of Stars III” – The tale continues – Mar. 27, 2019

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“C’mon let’s go talk to Nine before Night comes. See what’s up with him.” Said Sally

“Think that would be wise?” asked Saige

“Wise Schmise!” spouted Sara. “ What do YOU think’s the matter with him? It’s pretty obvious, to me. Who’s been there for all of us since time immortal? People have been floating on his billows for years! They mention him all the time. Saying things like,

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine right now.”
“I can’t do nothing except try to find cloud nine.”

“If you are on Cloud Nine, you are extremely happy because something very good has happened to you. I never expected to win, so I’m on Cloud Nine.” Quoted Sara.

“He used to love carrying the bliss.” Added Saige.

“It’s a wonder Nine’s still floating after all these years.” Sighed Sara

“Actually, I heard something I didn’t like, just yesterday. I wonder if Nine heard it too. They said, “I’m on cloud nine. I wouldn’t even say cloud nine, more like cloud ten… cloud nine is old news”

“OUCH!” cringed Saige.

“Yah OUCH!” cried Sally

“And,” added Sara. “Have you noticed his colour and wondered about that?” she questioned.

“I have.” Said Saige. “I’ve seen what they do down there,” as she pointed below. So much junk in the air it’s a wonder Cloud can handle it.”

“Yah.” Sighed Saige. “It’s a wonder how any of us can.”

©J.E.Goldie 3/27/2019

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“A gathering of Stars” II – and so the tale continues – 3/26/2019

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The Starlettes, gathered noiselessly into their meeting which happened to be cloistered snuggly, behind Cloud Nine. Cloud Nine rarely, if ever was in attendance. This was important.

“Cloud nine never gets involved in things”, said Saige, as she leaned into Susan. “He’s looking a little drab and grey around the edges”

“I know!” offered Susan “Nine’s usually billowy and upbeat. He’s looking a little sad.”

“You got that right!” said Sara “He even looks a little mad. Looks like he’s been floating around in, um, garbage? He even smells bad.”

“Attention Please!” demanded the North Star. “WE, have a serious situation here. Miss Star has something very important to tell you, so please kindly give her your utmost attention. Miss Star will you please address this constellation.”

Star slowly and reluctantly moved to the platform, not looking her usual twinkley self, dull in fact.

“She looks like she’s gonna fall!” said Susan sadly

“Miss Star! Please proceed.” North prompted as gently as he could.

“Well” she said, as she lowered her points. “Moon is refusing to shine for Night tonight. He’s saying no one cares anymore. Night tried to convince him but Moon has lost his beams. He’s so dim, he’s almost fully waned. Unless someone can convince him it’s worthwhile, darkness will consume his light. Night blossoms won’t bloom, lovers won’t have moonlight, the waters will still and Earth will be very ill.” She sobbed.

A murmured silence filled the group. Questions flew round. What can we do? Who did this? How could this happen!

North Star, hushed the group. “For this Night I will shine the way. Let Moon eclipse for a day. Perhaps tomorrow we’ll find a way. Everyone go get into their heavenly places and pray.”

©J.E.Goldie 3/26/2019

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“A gathering of Stars” – and so the tale continues – 3/24/2019

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The Stars were gathering, for a pre-night twinkling meeting and the heavens were clear. It looked as if Night was going to have a bright one ahead for his shift.

“Think this meeting’s going to be any different from the rest?” asked Sara

“Nothing new probably,” remarked Saige.

“Yah” said Sara. “These meetings get boring after awhile. Look! There’s Susan! Hey Sue! How’s it twinkling?” she shouted.

“Sara!” whispered Saige, “A little quieter, please! They’re probably sleeping down there.” As she pointed below.

“Ok! Ok! I get it!” returned Sara.” Annoyingly.

“Are you gals ready for this?” said Susan as she streaked over to them.

“Whatcha mean ready?” chuckled Sara. What in the universe could we need to be ready for? Probably just wanna make sure we got a good shine on before Moon shows up.” She laughed.

“Didn’t you hear?” whispered Susan.

“Hear what?” asked Saige with a concerned glow, as she leaned in.

“Well, Night was just a little darkened last night because Moon left early”, informed Susan. “Star told me all about it.”

“Moon left early? That’s strange.” Pondered Saige.

“Moon’s been gloomy for awhile.” Said Sara. “That’s nothing new in the heavens.”

‘That’s not all.” Whispered Susan. “He asked Star to pray!”

“Pray?” Sara asked now concerned. “We all pray everyday. Don’t we?”

“I sure do.” Sighed Saige.

“Well he’s so worried” said Susan, “that he’s waning all the time now.”

“Wow!” said Sara.

“Yes Wow!” said Susan.

“But, what on earth is the problem?” asked Saige.

“That’s the problem.” Sighed Sue.

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/25/2019

Saige stands for wisdom, Susan stands for kinship and Sara stands for princess.

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Any which way…..it’s love…..🌹

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Maybe you was standin in the way, bein you. When I finely made up me

mind ta come outta me hole an look roun. 

The sun was ashinin an all’s I could see was you n me. 

I slapped my sloppy, gutless self in the face lass nigh, cause a me not

wanten ta lose ya as a frien.

Dunno know what I was a thinkin bout. Loss me head I gess.

Please scuse da mess.

I gess.

I loves,

ya. ❤

 

 

©Jen Goldie 3/23/2019

 

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Moon and Star: A Tale

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So…. the Star met the Moon and said, “I hear yah been eating too much lately.”

“Who me?” moaned the moon.

“Who else am I to hang out with, way out here?” quipped the star

“Gotta point there” beamed the moon.

“They say you got full twice in two days, that’s not healthy.” Chided the star.

“Well, it’s like this,” explained the moon. “It’s March down there and

things are kinda weird. Supposed to be a time of new beginnings.

beamed for the whole darn lot of them! Twice! Yet they go and start messing things up! Dang it wanes me” he cried.

“What’s falling?” said the Star sympathetically.

“Well it isn’t the leaves!” said the moon sarcastically.

“OH my!” cried the moon with beams of shining tears, “After all these

years they’re really disappointing me. I tried so hard to beam some

peace down on them and bring lovers together beneath me.

I shine my light on moon flowers, evening primrose, night phlox, water lilies, you name it! even my old friend Cacti, but no matter what I do, they continue to hurt and kill each other.

Why, Earth, my dearest friend of all, is dying.” The moon waned, as he slid  behind a cloud.

“C’mon” encouraged the Star. “It’s has to get better. Come back out please!” urged the Star.

“No.” said the moon. “It’s time I got ready for Day to take over from Night. I’ll be alright. Sun’s coming soon.”

“Hope Sun has a decent shift this time. Take care my twinkling Star. See you again when Night meets Day. Just do me a favour please.”

“Anything”, said Star. “Anything at all!”

“Just hope and pray”, waned the moon.

“Sure” sighed Star, as she watched Moon sink away and Sun shine brightly,

for another Day…..

©J.E.Goldie 3/22/2019

 

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“Nathan’s Green” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane” – flash fiction

 

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Welp, coulda bin 10 years on, come ta think. Pretty little thing, she was. Born on Nathan’s farm up yonder. Her folks jest up and disappeared. They say it was round noon they found her. Jest layin there in the tall grass out near the lane. That’s why they decided on callin it, High Noon Lane. Seemed appropriate to most folks. Me, I’d a called it Nathan’s Green.

Why?

Well hell! Why d’yah think? Dumb City folk don’t know a lane from a pile a grass.

©Jen Goldie 3/20/2019

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane”

 

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Jack and Joe – the silence is deafening……..

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Jack

 

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Joe

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You there buddy ❓ Joe ❓ YO Buddy!!!

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ya…..

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What’s wrong ❓

 

NUTHIN ‼  WHY ❓❓❓❓❓💯‼‼‼‼‼‼‼

 

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©J.E.Goldie 2019

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“Stompin’ Tom Connors”, Charles Thomas Connors, “A True Canadian Original”

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Born February 9, 1936  Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada

Died March 6, 2013 Ballinafad, Ontario, Canada

Charles Thomas “Stompin’ Tom” Connors, OC, singer, songwriter, guitarist, fiddler (born 9 February 1936 in Saint John, NB; died 6 March 2013 in Ballinafad, ON). One of the most iconic figures in Canadian music, Stompin’ Tom Connors was a working-class, salt-of-the-earth troubadour and perhaps the most overtly nationalist songwriter Canada has ever produced. His traditional country songs about Canadian people and places — such as “Bud the Spud,” “Sudbury Saturday Night” and “Big Joe Mufferaw” — were humorous, patriotic and widely popular, and reflected his extensive travels throughout the country. He was a passionate activist for Canadian music and culture, going so far as to return six Juno Awards in protest of what he saw as the organization’s favouring of expatriate Canadians over those with only domestic success. He received Lifetime Achievement Awards from the East Coast Music Awards, the Toronto Musician’s Union and SOCAN. He was made an Officer of the Order of Canada and inducted into Canada’s Walk of Fame. 

Tom Connors had as hard a childhood as one could have, experiencing poverty, homelessness, hunger, and the rigours of the child welfare system. In his very early childhood he and his mother begged on the streets of New Brunswick, and when she was jailed, the young Tom was incarcerated with her. Eventually he was placed in an orphanage and foster care before being adopted by a family in Skinners Pond, Prince Edward Island.

Connors wrote his first song, “Reversing Falls Darling,” at age 11. At 15 he began playing the guitar. The country music of Wilf Carter and Hank Snow had a profound influence on him and his music. He left his adopted home at age 15 and hitchhiked his way across Canada, working for 13 years at various jobs and occasionally spending a night in jail for vagrancy. This period, during which he saw a great deal of the country and experienced the seamy side of life, informed his musical persona as a rough-hewn, sincere, grassroots songwriter.

Connors began singing professionally in 1964 at the Maple Leaf Hotel in Timmins, Ontario. He initially performed in exchange for a beer but remained there for 14 months, eventually earning $35 per week. He was also heard locally on CKGB radio. In the absence of amplification at the Maple Leaf and other bars where he performed in Ontario, Connors pounded the floor with his booted foot to establish the rhythm of his songs (partly sung and partly recited) above the noise of the crowd. He was first referred to as “Stompin’ Tom” when he was introduced before a performance at the King George Tavern in Peterborough, Ontario, on Centennial Day, 1 July 1967. To avoid damaging the stages, he would place a sheet of plywood under his boot. This “stompin’ board” became as much part of his image as did the black Stetson hat he habitually wore.

Connors sang with a piercing edge that reflected the grittiness of life on the road and his hard-won life experience.

His successes came mainly on country and university radio stations. However, he received the Juno Award in 1971 for best male country singer and became something of a cult figure, due in large part to his popularity as a live performer; he toured exhaustively throughout Canada, and his record-setting 25-night run at Toronto’s Horseshoe Tavern became legendary.

Connors won the Juno Award for best male country singer every year from 1971–75, and his LP To It and At It (1972) received a Juno in 1974 for Country Album of the Year. In 1978, however, he returned the awards in protest of Junos given to expatriate Canadians. He subsequently retired and launched a personal, one-year boycott of radio and other media to protest their lack of support for identifiably Canadian material.

Connors did not return to performance until 1988, when he released Fiddle and Song. The album, which introduced the fiddle style he had developed during his retirement, included the popular “Canada Day, Up Canada Way,” “Lady KD Lang” (see k.d. lang), and “I Am the Wind.” It was followed in 1990 by a triumphant 70-city tour of Canada, culminating in two concerts at Massey Hall. That year also saw the release of the greatest hits compilation, A Proud Canadian (1990), which was the first of Connors’s albums to go gold, and eventually platinum in Canada. Capitol Records also reissued many of Connors’s earlier albums and in 1991 released a new recording, More of the Stompin’ Tom Phenomenon.

A hard drinker and heavy smoker, Connors died of kidney failure at the age of 77 on 6 March 2013. The National Arts Centre (NAC) in Ottawa lowered its flag to half-mast in tribute to Connors’s contribution to the artistic life of the country. On 7 March, New Democrat MPs paid tribute to Connors by performing “Bud the Spud” in the foyer of the House of Commons. A memorial service was held at the Peterborough Memorial Centre in Peterborough, the birthplace of his nickname, on 13 March 2013.

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He sang of maple trees, wheat fields growing tall, the Leamington tomato, New Brunswick’s famed reversing falls. In Canada, as he sang, we get to see them all.

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