Sunday Photo Fiction — A Night in the Big City

Yes, I know it’s Monday and I’m just getting to posting my Sunday Photo Fiction prompt response. But, you know, sometimes life interrupts the blogging rhythm, especially when family makes certain demands for one’s attention on a summer Sunday.

So, yes, a day late, but better late than never, right?


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Bobby’s father handed him a hundred bucks. “Take your brother into New York City. And here are two tickets for tonight’s Britney Spears concert at Radio City Music Hall. I know you two are having a hard time dealing with your mother’s and my divorce,” he told Bobby. “So you guys go enjoy yourselves for a change. You like Britney Spears, don’t you? All you kids like her, right?”

“Yeah, Dad, sure. Thanks,” Bobby said with a little less enthusiasm than his father expected.

“The hundred bucks should cover the train fare and something to eat for dinner for the two of you,” he said. “Have fun and take good care of your brother.”

At about 11 pm that night, the insistent ringing of Harvey’s cellphone woke him up. “Yeah?” Harvey said.

“Dad,” Bobby said. “Can you come get us?” I don’t have enough cash left for the train fare home.”

“Give me your address,” Harvey said. “I’ll call and have an Uber come pick you up and bring you home.”

“Never mind,” Bobby said. “I’ll call Mom. She’s staying over at her new boyfriend’s place and he lives in the city.”

(192 words)

SYW — Sharing My World

38B87E39-FDF7-4E88-8D95-8BD9B09B45C9I thought I’d give Cee’s Share Your World challenge another go this week. She asks some very intriguing questions of us bloggers and here are this week’s.

What would you name the autobiography of your life? “A Very Ordinary Man.”

Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery? That depends upon what’s on the menu. For croissants, it’s buttery. For desserts, it’s definitely sweet. As to salty, I do try to keep my intake of salt to a minimum, but I am a sucker for potato chips cooked in sea salt. 

What’s the finest education? Well, I have a formal education including a masters degree. However, while I learned a lot in school, including how to think independently and creatively, I have to say that my best education came from life’s lessons.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? I appreciate it when apps for my iPhone work the way they are supposed to. Since the beginning of this month, after I downloaded the latest update to the WordPress app for iOS, the operating system for my iPhone, it’s been unusable.

I have gone round and round with the “happiness engineers” at WordPress, sending them a bunch of screenshots demonstrating the issue, which is basically that, from within the app, none of the “Share this” buttons or the “Like” and “Reblog” buttons are showing whenever I visited another blogger’s post from within the app’s reader. They would show up, though, if I accessed those same sites using the Safari or Chrome browsers on my iPhone. Just not from within the WordPress app.

The techno-gurus at WordPress we’re having trouble figuring out how to fix the problem with the app because they said they couldn’t replicate it. But today I received an email that said this:

“I’ve been digging further into the report and have been able to replicate the issue with missing share/like buttons in the beta version of the app. I’ll get this reported back to our developers now that we have steps to replicate, and will let you know when I hear back.”

That made me smile!

FOWC — A Museum Adventure

4376D02E-9D06-4840-A7BF-F35A02C7B9E7Harold was always a bit of a nerd in high school. While his buddies preferred to be outside playing ball, riding on their bikes, or hanging out at the mall gawking at the girls, Harold loved spending his days at the local natural history museum. No matter how frequently he went there, which was quite frequently, he always felt that his visits would rejuvenate him. They made him feel alive, refreshed, and energized.

One day, a couple of his more rowdy friends from school decided to go to the museum to see what it was that made Harold enjoy it so much. They spotted Harold taking notes in front of one of the displays. Walking up to Harold, they started making fun of him. One of the boys grabbed Harold’s notebook and they began tossing it around playing a game of keep-away from Harold.

Harold lost his temper at the boys and quite a kerfuffle ensued. At one point, the meek and mild Harold lost his temper and punched one of the boys in the nose. Shocked and dismayed, boys ran from the museum.

A very pretty girl walked up to Harold after the incident and said, “Wow, you really taught those boys a lesson. I’m impressed.” She reached out to shake his hand.

Harold wasn’t used to talking to cute girls and, as if having an allergic reaction to her, began to sneeze. When his sneezing finally stopped, he apologized to the girl, saying, “I’m sorry, it must be the dust around here that got up my nose. My name is Harold.” He then took her hand, which she was still offering, and shook it.

“Hi Harold,” the girl said, a big, engaging smile on her face. “My name is Wendy.”

And do began Harold’s first great romance.


Written for the following prompts:

Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the things are museum, sneeze, and romance.
Word of the Day Challenge, “rejuvenate.”
Your Daily Word Prompt, “kerfuffle.”
And, of course, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “lesson.”

FOWC with Fandango — Lesson

FOWCWelcome to July 9, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “lesson.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.