FFfAW — Windmill Restoration

As the crowd gathered behind the temporary fences, the two workers double-checked the electrical connections hidden in the bushes at the base of the windmill. Everything was looking good.

Originally built in 1903 to pump water to irrigate the city’s park, electric water pumps eventually replaced the need for the windmill and it fell into disrepair. Ultimately, the mill was in such a state of ruin that the city condemned it and ordered it to be torn down.

But then the city’s Historical Preservation Society received a two million dollar anonymous donation specifically earmarked for the historic windmill’s restoration.

This was finally the day that the mill was scheduled to go back into operation. The mayor and other dignitaries and distinguished guests were in attendance, along with dozens of the city’s residents, including my daughter and me.

When the power was switched on and the giant windmill’s four large sails began to slowly rotate, a loud cheer rang out.

“It’s magnificent, Daddy,” my daughter said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Fandango. Oh, that’s me!

Twittering Tales — The Footbridge

38432BA3-86FD-4DFC-BEFE-37AD4D0026CD“That’s all that’s left?” Henry said to his brother Ben. “I knew it was a bad storm, but I didn’t think it would take almost the whole footbridge out.”

“I guess we better get started rebuilding it, huh?” Ben said.

“Nah,” said Henry. “We’re big enough we can just jump the stream.”

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Written for today’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: MabelAmber at Pixabay.com.

Trump Quote of the Day

DB2CC338-F76D-440D-AE58-153B8B410C1B“I really believe I’d run in there even if I didn’t have a weapon, and I think most of the people in this room would have done that, too.”

That’s what Donald Trump told a group of state governors (our real American heroes) gathered at the White House for talks on multiple issues, while attacking officers for not entering a Florida high school building and somehow engaging a crazed gunman who killed 17 people dead with a military-style rifle.

But everyone already knows what a courageous, selfless, heroic man Donald Trump is. Just ask him.

(I think I should have tagged this post as “Flash Fiction.”)

Back Down To Earth

If you woke up this morning and were feeling pretty good about things, just remember that there are lots of people out there watching nothing but Fox News and who believe that Donald Trump, thoughts and prayers, and more guns are the solutions to all of America’s problems.

D50822C4-E6F0-4FE3-8A9B-69E5A0557871That will bring you back down to earth really fast.

It’s This Thing Called Gravity

A35ECD01-EE47-4B7C-B723-203E751FA054“Is it just my imagination or are you shrinking?” my wife asked me.

“No,” I responded with a deep sigh. “It’s not your imagination. I actually am shrinking.”

I used to be 6’1”. But at my last annual physical exam the news was not good. No, I am not dying…not yet anyway. No, I don’t have any serious or fatal diseases. But I was shocked and disheartened when the nurse took my height and weight and told me that I was 5’11”. Omigod, I am shrinking!

I asked my doctor about my two-inch height loss. She tried to be very reassuring, informing me that, starting at about age 40, people people tend to lose about four-tenths of an inch of height every decade. It’s this thing called gravity. Shrinkage occurs even faster after age 70, with senior citizens shrinking by as much as three inches!

But wait, there’s more bad news. It’s not just height that we lose as we age. We experience decreases in everything from hair and hearing to memory and muscle. Yikes!

My hair turned gray before I lost most of it from the top of my head. And as to my hearing, I certainly am aware that my hearing ain’t what it used to be. I’m sorry. Could you please repeat that?

With respect to my memory, I can’t recall if it is getting any worse. Ha! Get it? I can’t recall! I don’t remember! Oh my goodness, I am so witty. I certainly haven’t lost my keen sense of humor with age! Har! Har!

Muscles? I never had too many of those in the first place, so you can’t really lose what you never actually had, can you?

Isn’t it bad enough that as one ages, there are more maladies and everyday aches and pains to deal with? When you look in the mirror each day, you see new lines and wrinkles, and the skin on your neck is starting to look more turkey-like than human.

Strange growths that were never there before appear at various places on your body. Your chest shrinks while your mid-section expands. And while you lose most of the hair on your head, where it should be, the hair in your nose and ears, where it shouldn’t be, grows like crazy.

And then, on top of all that, you shrink. Damn you, gravity.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “imagination.”