FFfPP — Wanderlust

img_2283Pointing to the large, misshapen bubble floating in front of them as he and his wife sat on the park bench, Stanley said, “Now that, Mildred, is freedom. To just float anywhere the breezes take you. How I’d love to be that bubble.”

Mildred gave her husband a look. “Feeling a bit of wanderlust, are you Stanley, after fifty years of marriage?”

“I’m bored, Mildred,” Stanley responded. “We never do anything or go anywhere. We wake up each morning, eat, watch TV, come to the park and sit on this bench, go home, eat again, and go back to bed. Day in and day out, the same thing over and over.”

“Stanley, you’re 82 years old,” Mildred said. “I’m 76. What is it that you want us to go out and do? A little skydiving? Some bungee jumping?”

“I don’t know, Mildred,” Stanley said, “But I wish I were that bubble, so free, so unattached, so unencumbered.”

“Really, Stanley? Unencumbered? You know what I wish I were, Stanley?” she asked. “I wish I were a hat pin.”

“Why would you wish that?” Stanley asked.

“Because if I were a hat pin,” Mildred replied, “I would burst your stupid, fucking bubble.”


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: MorgueFile May 2018 file1831341080767.

#writephoto — The Apparition

549D5FE6-461F-4A4B-AB7D-9A517CA9C204Sean came back to this site every year since the incident five years earlier. As it was almost every time he came here for that auspicious anniversary, there was a thick mist hanging in the air. He stared at the point where he had last seen her and tears of regret filled his eyes.

His last view of Wendy was etched into his brain. She had walked to the land’s edge and was staring down at the waves crashing into the rocks far below. “Be careful, hon,” he remembered calling out to her. “Don’t get so close to the precipice.” And then she was gone.

I can’t believe how oblivious I was, Sean thought. I totally missed all of the signs. Her sister had warned Sean that something was wrong, but Sean thought her sister was a drama queen and was seeing things that weren’t there. But her sister was right all along. Clearly Wendy was suffering from a serious depression and Sean, preoccupied by his own issues, was distracted.

Sean heard a voice calling his name. It was Wendy’s voice, calling him to come over to her. He looked toward the edge of the bluff and saw Wendy standing there in the thick mist, looking down at the water far below. “Sean,” he heard her say. “Sean, come to me, come be with me.”

In a trance-like state, Sean walked toward Wendy. As he approached the cliff’s edge, Wendy was gone. Sean moved cautiously toward the edge and he heard Wendy’s voice calling him from below. He peered over the edge and saw her standing in the surf. “Come to me,” he heard her say to him. “Come be with me for eternity.”


Written for Sure Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

And Then Along Came Digital

EDCC4042-FD7B-47A4-834B-5F7077CBF1E6When I woke up this morning and I saw that my one-word prompt for today was “develop,” I decided to teleport myself back a few decades to when film ruled the world of photography.

You remember those days of having to load your camera with film, taking your pictures, and then having to drop off your exposed film at one of those once ubiquitous Fotomat kiosks for “finishing,” right? You’d have to suffer through the 24 hour “incubation” period before you could see the results of you photographic prowess.

How exciting it was to drive up to the Fotomat kiosk, pay the pimply-faced teenager sitting in the booth for your packet of photos, tear into the envelope, and view your handiwork.

And then you’d see something unexpected in one or more of the photos. Someone turned away from the camera at the last second. Or the whole image was blurry because you moved the camera when you pressed the shutter button. Or one of the rolls of film from your vacation somehow got exposed to light and all the pictures on that roll were ruined. Oh, if you could only reverse time and take some of those otherwise great pictures all over again.

And then along came digital photography, turning Fotomats into vestigial artifacts of a time forever gone.


I’m doing something a little different this time. Instead of listing the six one-word prompts used in this post below the story, I’ve bolded the words within in the story above. Let me know if you prefer the list or if it’s easier to see the prompt words bolded within the post itself.

100WW — Birds of a Feather

img_2284“Oh good, you’re finally here,” Gull said as his buddy landed. “I’m glad you made it.”

“Thanks, Gull,” Sea said. “Have you seen Lari yet?”

“Yes, she’s standing on the table behind you,” Gull pointed out.

Sea looked back at Lari and said, “Hi, dear, how was your flight?”

“I made good time despite some headwinds coming off the bay,” Lari said. “Do you know Tern? She’s on the sidewalk below me.”

Tern looked up at Sea and said “Nice to meet you, Sea.”

Lari then turned to Gull and said, “Who else are we expecting?”

“Jonathan Livingston,” Gull replied.

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Sorry I’m a day late.

FOWC with Fandango — Develop

FOWCWelcome to August 30, 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 “develop.”

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.