“Just a Boy” in response to “What Do You See?” a Willow Photo Challenge posted May 7-14, 2019

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What do you see? Willow Photo Prompt May 7, 2019

 

“Peter? Peeeee-Terrr!!”

“Oh, Helen don’t scream!”

“But John he’s been gone for a least

10 minutes.”

“Helen, the boy’s just playing with us.”

“I dunno. John.”

“O.K., Helen. PETER! GET HERE NOW!”

“John for heaven’s sake.”

“Well.”

“Well, nothing! Don’t scream at the boy.”

“The boy doesn’t behave himself Helen.”

“O.K. sometimes he is a little inattentive.

I admit that.”

“Helen, inattentive? How about belligerent.”

“John, the boy wouldn’t know how. He’s four.”

“From the day he was born you’ve defended

his right to be a child.”

“John?”

“What!”

“He is a child.”

“It’s pretty obvious, the way he acts!”

“John, he’s just a boy.”

©J.E.Goldie May 7, 2019

*Please feel free Not to like this.

It’s not a likeable situation.*

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“Listen To Me” in response to Crimsonprose photo prompt #CCC25 May 1, 2019

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Crimsonprose photo prompt #CCC25 posted May 1,2019

LISTEN TO ME

“Hi Mom”

“Honey! Where are you?”

“I dunno.”

“What! What do you mean you don’t know!”

“Mom?”

“You walk out and disappear for over a week and

you don’t know! You have no idea about my problems.

No! God! You’re even crazier than your Brother.”

“Mom?”

“Don’t Mom me. You leave me here all alone with

everything that’s been going on, call me on that fancy

phone I bought you and you don’t know where you are.”

“Mom?”

“What!”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Look young lady! Don’t, Oh nothing me! Are you

even listening to me? No! You never listen to ME!”

©J.E.Goldie May 5, 2019

 

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“It doesn’t matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love.” A tribute to Rod McKuen

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In the late 60’s, early 70’s Rod McKuen had a huge influence on so many

of us. His soft, soothing sounds and melodious voice, calmed the savage

beast, as they say. He took us through young love and heartbreaks with

his “wise” words. Thinking back, I know I was influenced by his

recordings and reading his poetry. But then, I was and am still an

incurable romantic. I’m not sure why I was reminded of his work.

Perhaps I heard a song on line or read one of those 3 am thoughts,

so rampant on Face Book. But, nonetheless here’s my offering and

I guess, tribute to the man. I’ve gotten quotes from Wiki and

The Poetry Foundation. I also collected some songs from You Tube.

I hope you enjoy them and if you’re young enough not to remember

this man and his work, you may never forget him after this.

©J.E.Goldie 5/4/2019

Rodney Marvin “Rod” McKuen (April 29, 1933 – January 29, 2015) was an American poet, singer-songwriter, and actor. He was one of the best-selling poets in the United States during the late 1960s. Throughout his career, McKuen produced a wide range of recordings, which included popular music, spoken word poetry, film soundtracks and classical music. He earned two Academy Award nominations and one Pulitzer nomination for his music compositions. McKuen’s translations and adaptations of the songs of Jacques Brel were instrumental in bringing the Belgian songwriter to prominence in the English-speaking world. His poetry deals with themes of love, the natural world and spirituality. McKuen’s songs sold over 100 million recordings worldwide, and 60 million books of his poetry were sold as well, according to the Associated Press

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_McKuen

A songwriter, singer, and composer, Rod McKuen sold millions of copies of his books of poetry. He was born in Oakland, California, and raised by his mother and a stepfather. After a peripatetic youth, he served in Korea before returning to California to write and perform folksongs and sing in nightclubs. In the early 1950s, he read with Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg in San Francisco. He briefly tried acting in Los Angeles and lived in France and New York City in the 1960s before returning to California.

McKuen’s poetry gained prominence in the 1960s. It is not often the subject of academic inquiry, but loyal readers have identified with McKuen’s sentiments and wisdom. His poetry is known for its expressions of love, optimism, and heartfelt longing. His website proclaims, “It doesn’t matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love.” In 1976, he published Finding My Father, a memoir about his search for his biological father. McKuen received the Brandeis University Literary Trust Prize and the Carl Sandburg Award; his poetry collection The Power Bright and Shining (1980) won the First Amendment and Freedoms Foundation Award.

As a composer and performer, McKuen recorded numerous gold and platinum records. His 1968 album, Lonesome Cities, earned a Grammy Award for Best Spoken Word Recording. Dusty Springfield, Johnny Mathis, and the London Philharmonic, among others; Madonna sampled his work, and Frank Sinatra commissioned an entire album of songs for his release A Man Alone. McKuen collaborated with Anita Kerr and the San Sebastian Strings on 16 albums. His film compositions have been nominated for two Academy Awards.

A past president of the National Committee for the Prevention of Child Abuse, McKuen performed benefit concerts to support a variety of charities. He died in early 2015.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rod-mckuen

 

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“The Devil’s In The Details” in response to Monochrome#Writephoto prompt May 2, 2019

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Sue Vincent’s Write Photo Prompt “Monochrome” May 2, 2019

“The Devil’s in the details”

 

She stood just far enough away from the ruins

of her family’s past. There was such intricacy,

such detail, waiting to be put to rest. She felt

in every inch of the hurt and harm she’d heard

had grown there and, somehow felt fortunate.

Yet, the pain of the loss she’d inherited, still

lingered. Her own clear memories were long ago

buried, deep inside. She struggled to remember,

even an inkling.

“Miss?”

She turned around startled by the figure of

an alarmingly, grizzled man approaching her.

“There’s a Devil in the details.”

He doffed his hat and winked.

“G’day.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 5/3/2019

 

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“The Pond” in response to CrimsonProse photo prompt CCC#25 May 1, 2019

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She sat silently by the pond trying desperately to envision

his face. Looking into the water below her feet she could

remember days of laughter. Those days washed over her

like a warm breeze on a summer’s day, gently cooling her

skin.  Days filled with the simple things she still yearned for.

Memories of the gentleness of his touch, the genuine

warmth of his smile.

“Dany?”

“Yes Love?”

“Do you really love me?”

“C’mere.” He said as he drew her close and

combed his fingers through her hair.

“Yes, I’ll love you, forever and ever.”

Memories.

She then carefully, lovingly spread his ashes

through the soft sand of the pond.

Sleep well my love.

©J.E.Goldie 5/2/2019

 

CrimsonProse CCC#25 photo prompt May 2, 2019

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“But Not Before Breakfast” Part 2 of 2 “So Be It” an extention of CCC#24 Crimsonprose

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“Nancy. I’m ever so quickly beginning to realize you

have a definite penchant for getting us into messes.”

“EH?”

“When I picked you out of hundreds of applicants…”

“Hundreds?”

“Yes. Hundreds. Your description, as I recall, said

you were the quiet, unassuming type and love to travel.”

“I do love to travel.”

“Yes. You do. Love to travel.”

“Now see here Joan, have I really caused you so much,

Agony!”

“No. Not agony. Actually.”

“Then what’s this all about Joan. Do tell. We have a

perfectly good lunch ahead of us. Let’s not spoil it.”

“Not that I could even attempt to spoil your lunch Nan.”

“Are you insinuating I’m fat!”

“Oh no. No, No No. Perhaps a tad plump but who cares.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing my dear, nothing, except getting stuck in a Church

Pew in the middle of services and yelping like a dog in heat

proves to be a little embarrassing.”

“They made them small in those days Joan, and I didn’t yelp.

“You definelty yelped. I heard you along with the entire

Congregation. The Minister almost forgot his sermon! He

was so concerned.”

“Joan.”

“Yup”

“You’re being unfair.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I guess I’m sorry.”

“You guess?”

“Well, no.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I’m sorry Nancy. There, you have it.”

“So, we’ll go back after lunch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, so I can continue my investigation”

“I didn’t know this was Dr. No, and tiny telephone

booths really aren’t your style Nan.”

“Ha Ha Ha.”

“Well, if we must, we must. You’re the intrepid

adventurer and I your devoted follower.”

“Awe Joan. That’s so nice of you to say.”

“I may regret it.”

“You get funnier everyday Joan.”

“I’m thrilled at your side armed compliment.

Promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We’ll have a quiet lunch and you’ll behave.”

“Joan?”

“You called.”

“See? You’re so funny when you’re disgruntled.”

“Are you ready? Nan.”

“Onwards to dejeuner!”

“So be it.”

©J.E.Goldie 5/1/2019

 

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“Perhaps” in response to BrewNSpew word prompt Apr. 29, 2019

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BrewNSpew Word Prompt April 29. 2019 “Sunrise/Sunset”

Word Prompt : Sunrise and Sunset in 300 words or less

∼PERHAPS∼

She thought she’d wander around the tiny Cruiser for a bit.

There didn’t seem to be anyone she knew this trip. It was a

beautiful evening with a stunning sunset. She was glad she’d

boarded the twilight cruise.

As she turned a corner, she accidently pushed open a slatted

Louver door. She turned back quickly uttering an apology 

not wanting to deliberately disturb anyone.

“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!” She cried, completely

 devastated, as she stepped away and burst into tears.

She thought it was hysterical, forgetting for the moment

that he’d accused her of setting him up. She loved him so deeply

that for a few precious moments of joy, feelings of intense

love ran like a raging fire through her veins.

He stood there, pants unzipped and at his knees, in the

confined Cruiser toilet, looking like a deer in the headlights.

She laughed, and half expected him to reach out and

embrace her, to gently hold her and laugh together at the

ridiculousness of the situation. 

But he just stood there in fear.

She turned her back on him and fell into a heap on the floor.

Silent, quivering emotions, spilling out of her onto her tear

drenched cheeks. Instead of a warm embrace to calm her,

he just stood there knowing he’d reacted terribly in aid

of his own, selfish needs.

She lifted herself up and sat on the first thing she could find.

It was a toilet. He looked at her as she raised her tear

stained face. Their eyes met and they laughed hysterically.

For the first time in years, they knew the love they shared

was true. The sun had set. It was twilight.

“Jan? I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Oh nothing. Perhaps we could see the sunrise together.”

“Perhaps.”

©J.E. Goldie 4/29/2019

 

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“But Not Before Breakfast” Part II, “A Bellyful First”, in response to Crimsonprose #CCC24 prompt, “Knock Knock” April 27, 2019

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“Two fried eggs, smoked streaky bacon, Cumberland sausage, roasted plum tomatoes, mushrooms and sourdough toast. Double the toast and jam.

And! You can bring me some Oat Porridge with, um, lets see.

Bananas sliced, mind you, and toasted hazelnuts. Oh! And blueberries, got! to have blueberries.”

“Are you finished Nancy or would you like a “Little” something else?”

“Yes please. A side of baked beans would do nicely.”

“And I’ll “Just have” Two poached eggs, halloumi, roasted plum tomato, charred red peppers, smashed avocado, hollandaise, pea shoots, mixed seeds and sourdough toast. That’ll do me nicely.”

“Tea?”

“I’ll stick with a full-bodied, caffeinated black!”.

“Are you quite sure Nan?”

“Damn sure! Yes.”

“I’ll have the Lady Grey, thank you very much.”

“Nicely done Joan.”

“I’ll accept the praise Nan.”

“You’re welcome. What time is Church?”

“Hmm?”

“I said what time do we have to be at Church?”

“Well, I don’t know! Thought you would. It was

your idea,”

“We really shouldn’t be late Joan.”

“I should think not! How would we look. Two strangers

walking into a Parish Church Sunday morning late!”

“I should think ridiculously foolish.”

“Nan?”

“Yes Joan.”

“I thought you were interested in the door.”

“Of course, I am. It’s ancient.”

“So, Nan. You really want to open the door.”

“Well I should think so!”

“Why?”

“Joan.”

“mm hmm?”

“A door like that surely has secrets.”

“And you want to know the secret.”

“Yes!”

“Knowing secrets can get you into trouble.”

“Well then call me trouble. I need to know.”

“O.K. Let’s eat. At least we’ll have a bellyful

first.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/29/2019

CrimsonProse Prompt #24 “Knock Knock” Apr. 27, 2019

 

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“But Not Before Breakfast” Part 1 of 2 in response to Crimsonprose #CCC24 “Knock Knock” April 27, 2019

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Crimsonprose CCC24 Prompt “Knock Knock” April 26, 2019

“Nan? You up yet?

“I am now. You whined?”

“Nan, I was thinking.”

“Uh oh.”

“Very funny Nancy. You’re always grumpy

before breakfast!”

“I am not!”

“Oh?  Oh, yes you are!”

“Let your thoughts out. I wouldn’t want you

to burst before breakfast.”

“Oh, haha.”

“Well?”

“It’s Sunday.”

“And?”

“And, I’d like to go to Church.”

“You what?”

“There’s this really old looking Church down

the road and I’d like to go inside.

You should see the door!”

“Oh, ok. That’s it?”

“No! That’s not IT, I haven’t been to Church

in awhile.”

“Joan. If you want to go, I’ll go with.

Wouldn’t hurt either of us. I could use a

good pray.”

“Nan?”

“I knew there’d be a punch line.”

“I heard something about that Church,

that disturbed me.”

“I’d say keep it to yourself but under the

circumstances, spill.”

“It’s just a rumour, Nan.”

“Since when did “Just a rumour” get in your way.”

“Well I heard ….”

“Joan. Stop right there.”

“But I thought you wanted to know.”

“I do. I honestly, positively do!

But not before breakfast.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/27/2019

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“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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“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.”

 

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“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.”

 

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“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)

 

theEnd

-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

 

the end almost

 

 

“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

theEnd