“Nice ‘N Snug” in response to Sue Vincent’s Prompt, Rooted#writephoto. May 9, 2019 2019

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SueVincents May 9th Photo Prompt, Rooted#writephoto

Nice ‘N Snug

 

“An this here’s known by us locals as, Snake Haven.”

“I can see why.”

“ How’s that.”

“Well the roots look like a bunch of snakes.”

“There’s ain’t such a thing as a “Buncha” snakes,

ain’t normal, lest they’re nestin.”

“O.K. A lot of snakes.”

“Nope”

“Then how about a lot of snakes in one spot.”

“Them’s, fightin words”

“Huh?”

“You’re an ornery sort, aintcha.”

“Now. Listen here. I’m not picking a fight.”

“Oh? This here’s a real special spot, an

bein smarmy about it, ain’t getting yah

nowheres.”

“Me? Smarmy?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m thinkin yah don’t think much.”

“Okay! Then tell me about it.”

“Not sure I wanna. Might raise the dead.”

“Very funny!”

“Suit yerself.”

“If I apologize for calling it, whatever,

will you get on with it.”

“The story, I’m thinkin.”

“Yes! Yes! The damn story!”

“Whoah! No use cursin.”

“Okay once again, I’m sorry!”

“I’ll be goin now. Got stuff ta do.

An if you’ve a mind ta put that

tent up. Do it before dark.  

Mind ya make it, nice n snug.”

©J.E.Goldie May 8, 2019

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“A Very Long Trip” in response to CrimsonProse Photo Prompt #CCC26 May 8, 2019

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CrimsonProse Photo Prompt #CCC26 May 8, 2010

(under 130 words)

A Very Long Trip

 

“Dan?”

“Yes dear.”

“Over there. Isn’t that a…”

“Bunker.  Yes.”

“This is a pretty rocky…”

“Bank. Yes.”

“So…”

“We’ll just have to watch our step.”

“Dan. Are we on this journey together?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I asked you if we were on this trip

together.”

“Isn’t it obvious.”

“I’m not sure.”

“What’s the problem with you, Hon.”

“It’s not me who has the problem, Dan.”

“What are you insinuating, Darling.”

“This is going to be a very long trip.”

©J.E.Goldie May 8, 2019

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“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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“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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“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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“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.”

§

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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“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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