On the Street Where I Live

This past Sunday’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Helen Vahdati had the theme “street.” My first inclination for the prompt was to go with “On the Street Where You Live,” the Lerner and Loewe song from the 1956 Broadway musical “My Fair Lady.” But then I chose to go in a different direction.

But it got me thinking that it might be interesting to ask my fellow bloggers to take pictures on the streets where they live and to post them on their blogs.

So, to get things started, here is a picture on the street where I live. 49D77CB4-6E3B-4134-9943-63A5C0B26F19Yes, I ran it through a filter because I don’t know any of my neighbors and I don’t want to go around knocking on their doors asking permission to show their homes on my blog. But that’s probably not really necessary unless you have very litigious neighbors.

So, your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to take a picture (or pictures) on the street where you live and post it/them on your blog. If you choose to accept this assignment, title your post “On the Street Where I Live” and either create a pingback to this post or include a link a comment on this post.

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Deep Doo Doo

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“Oh my God,” Jeff exclaimed. “Are you really that gullible?”

“What are you talking about?” Josh asked. I’m not at all gullible.”

“The man is spewing out a monsoon of lies, for crissake,” Jeff said. “He’s told more lies than any president in the history of the United States and you’re buying it all hook, line, and sinker.”

“Look at the facts, dude,” Josh countered. “Since his election our country is going through a renewal. The economy is booming, North Korea is disarming, we’re normalizing relations with Russia, jobs are coming back to America, our borders are being protected, our taxes have gone down. He truly is making America great again.”

“Facts?” Jeff said. “He’s made more than four thousand false or misleading statements since he became president. That’s an average of eight lies a day, Josh.”

Josh shook his head. “You’re being duped by the fake news, dude,” he said. “Don’t you know by now that the reporters for the mainstream media are the enemy of the American people?”

Now it was time for Jeff to shake his head. “We are in deep doo doo.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (gullible), the Ragtag Daily Prompt (Monsoon), and Your Daily Word Prompt (renewal).

100WW —Stepping It Up

880C47F7-258F-473D-A7E5-58DA0FFA9EB2.jpegLiam was tired. He rode for nearly six hours and cycled nearly 100 miles, but when he reached the trail’s end, he saw that the only way down was via a set of steep, wooden steps. He just didn’t know if he was energetic enough to pick up his bike and carry it down.

Should he carry his bike down to the road or turn around and go back along the trail to find a more hospitable point of egress?

“Fuck it,” he said, hopping on his bike and bouncing down the steps. Sadly, he didn’t quite make the 90 degree turn.

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt and for today’s Word of the Day Challenge (energetic).

FFfPP — Wildfire

F8C9DCF0-4FB4-44D9-9BF1-BBA55D982C47Frank had assured Annie that the evacuation order was just a precaution. He was sure the firefighters would be able to get the wildfire under control in a few hours. They were professionals.

Annie and Frank packed what they could, grabbed their two kids, piled into the car, and headed south. Frank told the kids to think of it as an adventure. Annie told them it would be like they were going on vacation.

They drove to Annie’s father’s home a safe distance from the area of fires. Frank kept checking his smartphone for updates, while Annie played a board game with her father and the kids. She could see how worried Frank was, and that worried her.

The next morning Annie fixed breakfast for everyone. Annie’s father agreed to watch the kids while she and Frank drove back to their neighborhood. But the road was closed because the fire was still out of control.

Franks stopped the car and they looked in the direction of their home. Annie saw the heavy smoke billowing high into the sky. She grabbed Frank’s hand and squeezed hard as she fought to hold back her tears.

They both knew that everything was lost.

(200 words)


Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: MorgueFile May 2018 1382470355ix82z.

One-Liner Wednesday — A Politician

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“I’m a politician, which means I’m a cheat and a liar, and when I’m not kissing babies I’m stealing their lollipops.”

A line from the movie “Hunt for Red October”

Donald Trump claims that he’s not a politician, but he is most definitely a liar and a cheater. And as to babies, more than stealing their lollipops, he’s stealing their parents and deporting them, leaving the babies to be locked up in cages and making them virtual orphans.

I’d rather he steal the babies’ lollipops.


Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.