Sunday Whirl – Caught in a Web

“Tina?” I question her feigning shock.

The word like a shard of broken glass on the tongue. Slippery, like the truth, time chains me to the moment. My mind runs for greener grass. But the screen I use for reason, fails to catch what I need to escape.

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FFAW – Close Encounters

“Tonite, we see the Watchers return.” Ahote stands at the base of News Rock as the Sun approaches the far ridge.

“God, this is so cool. Do you guys come here every year?” Billy looks at hibs Hopi friend in his embroidered jacket.

“It’s based on lunar cycles. My people would come up in large groups years ago.” Ahote scans the horizon as he speaks “We can not come alone. When we see them, say nothing and take no pictures.”

“Oh..Ok. I didn’t know.” Billy looks about the sky.

A flash of light beams toward them. Three silver figures emerge underneath the light.

“Th..th…They” Billy points and his arm waves.

“Shhh!” Ahote watches his friends come closer.

“But they are..” Billy yells and takes off.

“White people are so easy.” Ahote laughs.

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Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/

Passing Time

“The Devil’s pocket watch had no hands.” Parson Dubois whispers to the pale breeze.

His eyes look for the passage of time or life…Or anything. His wooden bench testament of a barn no longer in use. Much like the rest of the dozen buildings long abandoned that make up Destiny. His world of three dusty rows mistaken for streets.

His mind places people about the store fronts. Ghosts of days gone by. Horses tied to posts. A wagon left half way between coming and going. Sounds of children ring out. Ladies in long dresses meander past lost in conversation about their neighbors.

The church bell clangs behind him. He jumps up to answer. His hands part the brown faded doors. The empty rows of pews lay sleeping. A simple dias with an open book holds service to a lost cause. Yet behind a partial wall there seems to be life.

His stands fast in the middle to gaze out among his missing flock. He knows no-one should have gone past him. His company creates a mystery. Even the ghosts have departed these parts.

From a corner jumps a ten treat old Reggie Whitener. His Amish hat just about swallows his head. His smile lights up the room.

“I waited till I seen Mr Miller..just like you ask of me!” Reggie stands like he is ready to run and chase the wind.

“Well, that’s a good young man.” He speaks faintly while his eyes look upon someone gone to his reward several years earlier. “Now light us a candle and take your place near your momma.”

He gives into the scene. Voices fill a previously empty church. Parson Dubois wipes his eyes of the flow of tears. He is smiling for first time in a long time. His back remains to the church. His pulse kicks up a notch causing a hot flash.

He turns to hear an angel’s voice calling the assembly toward the light. Standing together six and thirty begin to sing. Each face lights up with a soft glow. They all gently sway side to side in rhythm of the hymn. One last beacon of hope from the ashes blown around for a generation.

“You have all come back to me!” he leaves a careless laugh to his words.

The breezes blow past. Through the windows a world grows dark. The faces smile brighter.

“It’s time you came home with us.” They collectively sing.

Parson Dubois falls sidewise on the bench. His pocket watch no longer needs hands either.

First Line Friday – Better After Sunset

In that moment, when flames licked the horizon and the sky burned with an orange glow, Taylor knew everything was going to be alright. An orange light washes over him. It feeld like a receding tide of stress relieving so many fears. The exhaling wind across the desert brings a taste of night’s chill. Taylor watches the blue fade to purple and then black. The truck’s headlights watches over the dry creek bed. The vast blanket of desolation buries any signs of life. His eyes search the horizons for traces. Satisfied there is nothing, he drives the truck down into the sand. The truck groans and lurches downward. Tires find rocks only to kick them up. A cloud forms illuminated by pale moonlight. It dances within a fading breeze. Taylor halts the truck where the creek once formed braids. It seems fitting to use the dead creek. His cargo needs not be found. Nor identified. He loosens the back of the trap to reveal a shovel. The sand gives easy. The headlights produce long growing shadows. The Earth opens wide to accept its prize. In the distance, calls of the night begin. The return of noise is partially unnerving. Distance is enough to restore the peaceful feeling. The moonlight plays with the senses. He back fills the hole quickly. His eyes scrub the shadows for movement. In a place with little respect to time, he begins to question if he overextended his stay. Quick feet find the path to his truck. An easy feeling resumes once he is inside. A deep breath and quick check of the mirrors calms down the pulse. Taylor starts up the truck. He drives across the disturbed sand a few times back and forth to smooth out the scene. Its perfectly staged now. Time to leave the place for civilization. Down a loose sand road another truck comes as he goes. Everything will definitely be alright in a few more miles.

FFAW – Simple Prayer

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy!

“All these people. They just keep coming and coming.” Dennis looks down Temple Street.

His eyes follow his fellow worshippers across the tide of cars. Their smiles tiny beacons of holy light. He sees a child. Bolding running along racing the cars as they crawl by.

“When I was his age…there was traffic going both ways on the street. No waiting to pass across. No sounds of brakes squealing. No car horns trying to make go so much faster.” Dennis sighs.

His mind slows briefly. He is here to pray afterall. A little grace on his own part the body tells his restless mind. He thinks of the miracles upon his faith was built. This stream of faith pushing the scene from his current reality.

A soft beep of a horn rattles him.

A smiling face waves a hand to allow him passage in front of her. The next car halts and so does the third. The path to his enlightenment is clear.

Wordle #175 – Legendary Martinis

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1. constellations
2. irregular borders
3. woodcuts [Woodcut is a relief printing technique in printmaking. An artist carves an image into the surface of a block of wood—typically with gouges—leaving the printing parts level with the surface while removing the non-printing parts.]
4. martinis
5. spies
6. rule of thumb [a broadly accurate guide or principle, based on experience or practice rather than theory.]
7. calculus [ the branch of mathematics that deals with the finding and properties of derivatives and integrals of functions, by methods originally based on the summation of infinitesimal differences. The two main types are differential calculus and integral calculus|| a particular method or system of calculation or reasoning||a concretion of minerals formed within the body, especially in the kidney or gallbladder.]
8. glowing
9. puzzle
10. weather vane
11. savory [(of food) belonging to the category that is salty or spicy rather than sweet || having an appetizing taste or smell ||morally wholesome or acceptable.]
12. legendary

“The rule of thumb is no martini order skull be more difficult than calculus.” I explain to the bar maid.

Her glowing smile is a puzzle. Savory lips part as I spy the constellations in her eyes.

“How about our legendary martini?” she starts to move as if my choice had been made.

My eyes follow the dress made to look of woodcuts with irregular borders. I really don’t notice this color.

Her head turns back to catch my gaze.

Not weather vane needed to see a cold front moving toward me.

Utopian Green Home – Photo Challenge


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“It will be perfect!” She exclaims “Out here… We can be free. A green house with every environmental feature.”

“Imagine all laminate floors and steel beams to save the trees…. After they take out those on the middle where the house will go.” He smiles. “The dream house.. Once they tear out that horrific brown stuff growing where the sod should be.”

“Our own 3200 square foot 3 bedroom, 3 and half bath place for us two!” she looks at the full-size SUV. “And the dogs.”

“It’ll look so much better when they build the other 35 homes here. Nice manicured yards. This country life is really what we looked forward to.” he smiles back at her.

“Ouch!” she swats at a mosquito “We’ll need an exterminator! And a lawn care guy. But they have to be green.”

Serious Problems – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!

“The charges are very serious! Do you have anything to say on your behalf?” The judge scowls down at his rebel rouser.

“It’s a smiley face. Hardy gang markings… I mean the old man there is a grump like you…sir.” Manny looks down for another answer on his shoes “Why can’t you people smile once in awhile?”

The judge looks perplexed. “Why I smile! I smile all the time around here. Don’t I Julie?”

The court stenographer looks back a little shocked. “Yes, sir”

“We have a serous job. There are consequences for things. We need to show that here. But I still smile. We try to have…. fun.” the judge smiles like it hurts him Yes, we try to have fun here.”

“I thought a chalk smile was fun! Something nice to see” Manny smiles.

“Chalk, did you say chalk? I’m really wasting my time on graffiti charges!” the judge loses his smile again. “Prosecutor! Give me those pictures and one hell of any explanation!”

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Saturday Mix – Just to be Sure

“He was such a shallow man. Always try to show he had risen above hi snake like personality. Glad to see you succumb to illness.” Tina kicks dirt into the open grave. Her pale thin face sneaks a peek at the five other mourners. “It’s go to see you in the hole but it should be much further. I’d put you below Hell. Maybe that’s deep enough.”

Tina fakes a dab at her eyes. “They came just to be sure you’re dead also!”

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