“My Zodiac Sign” for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #106 – Zodiac

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Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #106 -Zodiac

My Zodiac Sign

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“Where ya going?

“ Getting my horns”

“You in the band?

“Nope”

“Then why ya need a horn?”

“I don’t”

“But you just said…”

“Not that kinda horn.”

”There’s an other kind?”

“Ya, like Ram’s have. Silly.”

“But you’re a girl.”

“No I’m not. I’m a Taurus.”

©J.E.Goldie May 19, 2019 (Post Script: I’m not a Taurus)

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and I will not vouch for their accuracy. That’s up to you to discover, or not. lol

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“In Place of Majesty” for The Carrot Ranch May 16 2019 flash-fiction-challenge

 

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The Carrot Ranch Challenge May 16 2019

 

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May 16, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!

IN PLACE OF MAJESTY

She stood tall and mighty.

to never a storm she’d kneel.

After years of shade giving, she grew

to reach the sky,

until the day her life was shorn.

One hundred years, and with

each ring she told a story,

read by those who passed her by

We wept for her days of glory,

the machines turned her

into piles of ash, and men

built condos on her place of rest.

To them we did protest declaring

her days of glory but none would

hear the story.

She now sits as a stump

A fraction of herself, in memory.

(Word count 99)

©J.E.Goldie May 18, 2019

 

The area I live in, is one of the oldest communities

In Toronto, Ontario. It was referred to, as “The City of Trees”.

One day on my usual walk I discovered them preparing

to cut down this magnificent tree. I was astounded

and angry. It was obviously a done deal to accommodate

some new town houses. I sadly, day by day, watched

the construction of these narrow row houses. They

left the stump of the tree sitting there. I now

pass and think of the tragedy. Four narrow townhouses

at the edge of a road in

place of majesty.

(Word Count 99)

©J.E.Goldie May 18, 2019

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“I Reckon” written for The Haunted Wordsmith Photo prompt May 15, 2019

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Image by Myriam-Fotos from Pixabay

The Haunted Wordsmith prompts

For the prompt there were three starters. I picked prompt B – Sentence starter “Someone is angry – very angry.” It’s also a full moon tonight. How syncronistic is that?

 

“Someone is angry – very angry”

“What’s that Cap?”

“You holdin tight boy?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good.”

“See that moon over there?”

“Yes Sir!”

“She’s a full one!”

“Yes Sir!”

“How’d I know you were askin.”

“Yes Sir!”

“She’s pullin heavy on us.

we’ll just hafta go with her.

so hang on tight son and keep

her level!”

“Yes Papa.”

§

“That’s the last time I saw him”

“Ya mean?”

“Yep. Just disappeared. I reckon

the moon got him.”

“hmm”

“Least, that’s what I thought at the time.

Still do.”

“Hmm.”

I ain’t never been out again.”

“Ya mean.”

“Yep.  Never found him. Never will. 

Ain’t gonna try.”

“I Reckon.”

©J.E.Goldie May 16, 2019

 

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“Um…Yes. You Did.” For Crimson’s Creative Challenge #CCC 27 May 15, 2019

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Crimson’sCreative Challenge #CCC 27 May 15 2019

The Ladies are at it again 🙂

“Oh my! Joan just look at this!”

“Look at what?”

“This! This field!”

“It is beautiful. I must admit.”

“Just smell that fresh air! Reminds

me of my childhood.”

“Assuming you had one.”

“Joan! I love it when you jest.”

“Who’s jesting?”

“Joan?”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t we follow this path. See

where it takes us.”

“Now? I thought you were starving

for “dejeuner”.”

“Well, I am but this path intrigues me.”

“Nan I can well understand, knowing

your quest for adventure, but we have to eat.”

“I know. I know and I am hungry. Let’s follow

it a bit and enjoy the scenery.”

“I must admit it is intriguing.”

“Look, there must be a village close by

or a B&B for a good nosh.”

“AHHH! Ouch!  Eww!”

“Nancy are you ok?”

“I have a bootful of mud or something.”

“Let’s see.”

“OH! Don’t fuss over me.”

“What’s that horrid smell?”

“I’m not sure if I really want to

know Nancy.”

“Well we’ve got to get you cleaned up.”

“Nancy?”

“Hmm?”

“Seems we’re amuck again.”

“Well, you could say that Joan.”

“I could and I did.”

“Um, Yes, you did.”

 

©J.E.Goldie May 15, 2019

 

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Maybe Never LOL

“But where?”

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“ATTENTION! PLEASE!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the 50th

Annual General meeting of The Intergalactic Council.”

“PLEASE BE SEATED!”

“We have several issues on our agenda to discuss

and to vote on. We are pleased to welcome those

who deigned to attend.

First of all, I’d like you to pay scrupulous attention to

our first guest speaker. She founded the first

Humanitarian Council on Aliens. Her work has been

recognized, not only Globally, but throughout the

Universe. She has 50 publications and has received

recognition from experts in her field throughout the

Galaxy. Her scientific studies have also been published

and highly regarded amongst the scientific community,

both on our world and by the Intergalactic

Global Community of Observers, also known as the

IGCO. Please give her your undivided attention.

At the end of her dissertation you will be given explicit

instructions as to how you are to proceed.”

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“This is earth shattering!”

“We’re not really supposed to do this. Are we?”

“Tell me I misunderstood.”

§

“Gentlemen please! Go to your headquarters and begin

the process immediately.”

“But.”

“John let’s go.”

“But we can’t do that!”

“John. We can and we will. If we lose our positions with

Council we’re going to be treated like everyone else.”

“Fine! I don’t think I want to stay.”

“What did you say?”

“Oh. I mean …..”

“What exactly did you mean, John.”

“Well. My family has only been here for three generations.”

“Where are they from?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I guess that means you’re out.”

“But out where?”

Studies have shown that the alien population, that has infiltrated our world, is uniquely undisciplined and choose to unnecessarily disrupt the balance of our well-ordered and structured communities. They have also been charged with the decimation of our planet. It is of utmost importance for our members to track down and implement our removal policy immediately. No exceptions will be tolerated. That includes the infirm, the aged, the level of education, the political standing and financial status. Your pamphlets should answer any other questions you may have. You have the option of contacting the IGCO or your local law enforcement office, should you have any difficulties.

©J.E.Goldie May 14, 2019

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“Just Deal The Cards” in response to BrewNSpew Cafe word prompt – Royalty May 13, 2019

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BrewNSpew Cafe word of the week prompt May 13, 2019

Word of the week – ROYALTY (in 300 words or less)

 

“That’s Poker!”

“Damn it! Ronnie!”

“You’ll have to step up your game Sam.”

“My game?”

“Yah, in case you hadn’t noticed this is a card game.”

“Then I guess I’m the Joker. You’ve beat me 5 games

in a row.”

“Sam, I didn’t invent the game. You’d think I was profiting

by beating you. I don’t have the patent.”

“You’re Royalty Ronnie. You’re the King.

There’s no doubt about it.”

“Alright then, let’s play another hand.”

“You love this game dontcha?”

“I do.”

“O.K. let’s play.”

“Sam?”

“Yup?”

“This time keep your Royals.”

“Why?”

“Cause, I may just abdicate.”

“Abdicate?”

“Yah. That means I may give up my status for

friendship’s sake.”

“Very funny Ron.”

“No. It’s not, and your game play is just fine Sam.”

“Okie Dokie! You’re on! Let’s play!”

“Just deal the cards.”

©J.E.Goldie May 13, 2019

 

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“Metaman104” for a Diana Peach Photo Prompt:May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt

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Diana Peach May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt

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It was bad enough that they made him sleep in

bails of hay and have no connection to the outside

world, but the half chest and new arm were

alarming. This hadn’t been part of the deal. He

was desperately trying to hang on to the last breaths

of his former life and it was getting increasingly

difficult by the minute. As he stared down at the gold

plating and began examining the intricacies of his

new arm, he got lost in, thought? He could feel

strange twitches of memories? He concentrated.

These were strange and powerful longings.

He knew somehow these yearnings would

never cease, though his desires were fading.

He remembered a word. Love.

He vaguely remembered, feelings? hurt?

these….

were… important… thought?

passion?  

pain?

name…. Love.

Patricia. Pat ricia.  Pa tri cia, Pa………………h.

©J.E.Goldie May 12, 2019

 

-Meta (from the Greek meta- μετά- meaning “after” or “beyond”) is a prefix used in English to indicate a concept which is an abstraction behind another concept, used to complete or add to the latter.-

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“The Law’s Side” for Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#105 “Denial” May 11 2019

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Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt#105 May 11, 2019

 

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THE LAW’S SIDE 

77 words

“You know he’s gonna disavow any knowledge of this.

don’t you. Just accept the facts.”

“He can’t! Everyone saw him.”

“Heresay.”

“What? That’s crazy. The guy’s in denial.

He’s nuts!”

“Nonacceptance of the facts isn’t crazy.”

“We’ll get people to testify. Under oath.”

“Nope.”

“Awe c’mon you can’t lie in court.”

“Could have been, um, his doppelganger.”

“OH! You really have gone over the edge.”

“Don’t blame me.”

“Just who’s side are you on?”

”The Law’s side”

©J.E.Goldie May 11, 2019

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“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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“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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-AGAIN-

“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

theEnd

“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

theEnd