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.”
“Then how about a lot of snakes in one spot.”
“Them’s, fightin words”
“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
“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.”
“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
CrimsonProse Photo Prompt #CCC26 May 8, 2010
(under 130 words)
A Very Long Trip
“Over there. Isn’t that a…”
“This is a pretty rocky…”
“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
“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
What do you see? Willow Photo Prompt May 7, 2019
“Oh, Helen don’t scream!”
“But John he’s been gone for a least
“Helen, the boy’s just playing with us.”
“I dunno. John.”
“O.K., Helen. PETER! GET HERE NOW!”
“John for heaven’s sake.”
“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.”
“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.*
Crimsonprose photo prompt #CCC25 posted May 1,2019
LISTEN TO ME
“Honey! Where are you?”
“What! What do you mean you don’t know!”
“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.”
“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.”
“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
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
She then carefully, lovingly spread his ashes
through the soft sand of the pond.
Sleep well my love.
CrimsonProse CCC#25 photo prompt May 2, 2019
BrewNSpew Word Prompt April 29. 2019 “Sunrise/Sunset”
Word Prompt : Sunrise and Sunset in 300 words or less
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.”
©J.E. Goldie 4/29/2019
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.”
“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!”
“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,
“Yah if you’re a con artist. So, what?”
“So, I looked at the synonyms.”
“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?
“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?”
S tratagem, slyness, scheme, snare, servitude
U npredictable , unsuitable, unreasonable
B luff, blurred, bogus, boggled, booby trap
T rick tactic twist
R use, racket, radical, raffish,
F acade, fake, fraud, fanatic
U nderhandedness, unethical, unscrupulous
G ambit, game, guile
©Jen Goldie 4/24/2019
#Writephoto Prompt “Beyond”
“C’mon lets go!”
“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.”
“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.”
“Yah I think.”
“Jim, you’re the climber! Don’t look at me. My feet
stay on terra firma.”
“I said no.”
“Joan. There’s something moving under that moss
“Did you hear something?”
“No need to listen Joan. RUN!”
“You dropped your book!”
“Forget the book! Run!”
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.
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.
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.
– 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.
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
Sammiscribbles Prompt #102
“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.”
“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!”
“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.”
“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
“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
“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!”
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23 Apr. 18, 2019
“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
“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!”
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 Apr.18/2019
61 word “Charlatan writing prompt”
*Some words in this prompt may offend*
Why you swindler!
You fabricating, faker!
You unmitigated bounder!
How dare you, you
You imposter! You imitator!
You shamming shark!
You four-flushing phony!
You double-dealing hypocrite!
You Fucking asshole!!!
“That’ll be twenty bucks.”
“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.”