#writephoto — So Far Away

287E6DE4-08C2-4182-9A78-0B6AF66F819BConnie had a far-away expression on her face as she stared out from the shore toward the ocean. She let out a sigh and began humming that old Carole King song, “So Far Away.”

You’re so far away.
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?

And then her mind wandered to the Dire Straits song with the same title.

You’re so far away from me. 
So far I just can’t see. 
You’re so far away from me.

She didn’t understand how Jason could have left her alone and by herself. He said he loved her but that he had some things he had to attend to overseas and that he wouldn’t be gone very long. She had hardly heard from him since he left and was so worried that he would never be coming back.


At the very same time, Jason was also staring out to sea, thinking about Connie. He was thinking about what to tell her, and, equally as important, when to tell her. He thought of that Jackson Browne song, “Fountain of Sorrow.”

When you see through love’s illusions, there lies the danger.
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool.
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger.
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life,
Like a fountain from a pool.

And then he thought of the Gordon Lightfoot song, “If You Could Read My Mind.”

I never thought I could feel this way,
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone
And I just can’t get it back.

Did he even have the courage to tell her? All he knew was that he had to stay away.


Connie and Jason, each alone, each staring out to sea, each thinking of the other. Each in their own, very different way.

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

I Can’t Talk About It

96C66897-5604-4E1D-85AC-E6C77EE48BE3“Brrr,” Jack said as he walked through the door. “I can’t believe how chilly it’s gotten for so early in October.”

“Would you rather it be hot and muggy like it was last month? That kind of weather can quickly deplete any energy you have,” Susan said. “How was jury duty today?”

“There was some issue before they let us into the courtroom this morning. They had us cluster in the hall outside of the room until they got the situation, whatever it was, straightened out,” Jack answered.

“How long do you think the trial will last?” Susan asked.

“I don’t know,” Jack sighed. “The case seems kind of enigmatic to me, kind of puzzling. You know what I mean?”

“No, I don’t,” Karen responded. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Jack started to explain. “The defendant is this long-haul truck driver, and the ADA is alleging that he….”

“That he what?” Karen asked.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said, “but I just remembered that the judge told us that we’re not supposed to talk about the case with anyone, including our spouses.”

Written for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (chilly), Fandango’s One-Wore Challenge (trial), Word of the Day Challenge (enigmatic), Daily Addictions (deplete), Scotts Daily Prompt (cluster), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (truck).

It’s About Time

008DF38A-14DD-49B4-A0A4-9E38A824CD2C“A package came for you,” Diane told her roommate.

“It’s about time,” Barry said.

“What time is it?

“It’s time to go,” Barry said.

“What are you talking about?” Diane asked.

“I don’t have time for this,” Barry said.

“Is it from Anita, your ex?” Diane asked. “Maybe she wants to get back together. After all, time heals all wounds.”

“She’s a waste of time,” Barry said.

“But,” Diane responded, “time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

“Oh right,” Barry said. “Let the good times roll.”

“Stop being sarcastic.” Diane said. “Aren’t you going to take the time to open the package?”

“I guess this is just as good a time as any,” Barry said, and he proceeded to open the package.

“So what is it?” Diane asked.

“It’s from Anita,” Barry answered. He lifted the watch from the box. “There’s a note attached,” he said. “It reads, ‘Time is on your side.’”

“What do you think she means by that?” Diane asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I guess I’ll ask her next time I see her,” Barry said.

“Well there’s no time like the present,” Diane said. “Call her.”

Barry looked at his watch. “Do you see what time it is? I’m late.” He ran out of the house.

Diane shook her head and said aloud, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

1ADE4F5C-1676-4A9B-9A62-8B7A4EE431CEWritten for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.

Friday Fictioneers — Summer Dreams

C6845495-45F4-4A32-8F1B-8CD278C4DD56Erin had dreamed of being a marine biologist when she grew up. Each year, when her family went on vacation to the ocean, Erin would collect coral, sea shells, and driftwood. She’d bring them home with her and lay them out on her special table. She would hand print labels describing each piece, including the date and location where she collected them.

Erin knew that she wouldn’t achieve her dream. The cancer eventually consumed her when she was seventeen, but her special table was a reminder to family and friends of her light and the life that might have been.

(100 words)

Written for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.

FOWC with Fandango — Trial

FOWCWelcome to October 5, 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 “trial.”

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.